Title: The Chocolate Soldier - Heroism—The Lost Chord of Christianity
Author: Studd, C. T.
Language: English
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The Chocolate Soldier

By C. T. Studd

Christian Literature Crusade
Fort Washington, Pennsylvania


"THE CHOCOLATE SOLDIER"
or
"Heroism--The Lost Chord of Christianity"


HEROISM is the lost chord; the mission note of present-day
Christianity!

Every true soldier is a hero! A SOLDIER WITHOUT HEROISM IS A
CHOCOLATE SOLDIER! Who has not been stirred to scorn and mirth at the
very thought of a Chocolate Soldier! In peace true soldiers are
captive lions, fretting in their cages. War gives them their liberty
and sends them, like boys bounding out of school, to obtain their
heart's desire or perish in the attempt. Battle is the soldier's
vital breath! Peace turns him into a stooping asthmatic. War makes
him a whole man again, and gives him the heart, strength, and vigor
of a hero.

EVERY TRUE CHRISTIAN IS A SOLDIER--of Christ--a hero "par
excellence"! Braver than the bravest--scorning the soft seductions of
peace and her oft-repeated warnings against hardship, disease,
danger, and death, whom he counts among his bosom friends.

THE OTHERWISE CHRISTIAN IS A CHOCOLATE CHRISTIAN! Dissolving in water
and melting at the smell of fire. "Sweeties" they are! Bonbons,
lollipops! Living their lives on a glass dish or in a cardboard box,
each clad in his soft clothing, a little frilled white paper to
preserve his dear little delicate constitution.

Here are some PORTRAITS OF CHOCOLATE SOLDIERS taken by the Lord Jesus
Christ Himself.

"He said, 'I go, sir,' and went not"; he said he would go to the
heathen, but stuck fast to Christendom instead.

"They say and do not"--they tell others to go, and yet do not go
themselves. "Never," said General Gordon to a corporal, as he himself
jumped upon the parapet of a trench before Sebastopol to fix a gabion
which the corporal had ordered a private to fix, and wouldn't fix
himself, "Never tell another man to do what you are afraid to do
yourself."

To the Chocolate Christian the very thought of war brings a violent
attack of ague, while the call to battle always finds him with the
palsy. "I really cannot move," he says. "I only wish I could, but I
can sing, and here are some of my favorite lines:

"I must be carried to the skies
  On a flowery bed of ease,
Let others fight to win the prize,
  Or sail thro' bloody seas.

Mark time, Christian heroes,
  Never go to war;
Stop and mind the babies
  Playing on the floor.

Wash and dress and feed them
  Forty times a week.
Till they're roly poly--
  Puddings so to speak.

Chorus:
Round and round the nursery
  Let us ambulate
Sugar and spice and all that's nice
  Must be on our slate."

"Thank the good Lord," said a very fragile, white-haired lady, "God
never meant me to be a jelly-fish!" She wasn't!

GOD NEVER WAS A CHOCOLATE MANUFACTURER, AND NEVER WILL BE. God's men
are always heroes. In Scripture you can trace their giant foot-tracks
down the sands of time.

NOAH walked with God, he didn't only preach righteousness, he acted
it. He went through water and didn't melt. He breasted the current of
the popular opinion of his day, scorning alike the hatred and
ridicule of the scoffers who mocked at the thought of there being but
one way of salvation. He warned the unbelieving and, entering the ark
himself, didn't open the door an inch when once God had shut it. A
real hero untained by the fear of man.

Learn to scorn the praise of men.
  Learn to lose with God;
Jesus won the world thro' shame!
  And beckons us His road.

ABRAHAM, a simple farmer, at a word from the Invisible God, marched,
with family and stock, through the terrible desert to a distant land
to live among a people whose language he could neither speak nor
understand! Not bad that! But later he did even better, marching hot
foot against the combined armies of five kings, flushed with recent
victory, to rescue one man! His army? Just 318 odd fellows, armed
like a circus crowd. And he won too. "He always wins who sides with
God." What pluck! Only a farmer! No war training! Yet what hero has
eclipsed his feat? His open secret? He was THE FRIEND OF GOD.

MOSES--the man of God--was a species of human chameleon--scholar,
general, law-giver, leader, etc. Brought up as the Emperor's grandson
with more than a good chance of coming to the throne, one thing only
between him and it--Truth--what a choice! What a temptation! A throne
for a lie! Ignominy, banishment, or likely enough death for the
truth! He played the man! "Refusing to be called the son of Pharaoh's
daughter, he chose rather to suffer affliction with the people of God
than to enjoy the pleasures of sin and success for a season,
accounting the reproach of Christ greater riches than the treasures
of Egypt."

Again I see him. Now an old man and alone, marching stolidly back to
Egypt, after forty years of exile, to beard the lion in his den, to
liberate Pharaoh's slaves right under his very nose, and to lead them
across that great and terrible wilderness. A WILD-CAT AFFAIR, if ever
there was one! When were God's schemes otherwise? Look at Jordan,
Jericho, Gideon, Goliath, and scores of others. Tame tabby-cat
schemes are stamped with another hall mark--that of the Chocolate
Brigade! How dearly they love their tabbies yet think themselves wise
men! REAL CHRISTIANS REVEL IN DESPERATE VENTURES FOR CHRIST,
expecting from God great things and attempting the same with
exhilaration. History cannot match these feats of Moses. How was it
done? He consulted not with flesh and blood, he obeyed not men but
God.

Once again I see the old grey-beard, this time descending the Mount
with giant strides and rushing into the camp, his eyes blazing like
burning coals. One man against three million dancing dervishes drunk
with debauchery. Bravo! Well done, old man! First class! His cheek
pales not, but his mouth moves, and I think I catch his words, "If
God be for me who can be against me? I will not be afraid of 10,000
of the people that have set themselves against me. Though a host
should encamp against me, my heart shall not fear." And he didn't. He
wins again. Whence this desperate courage? Listen! "Now the man Moses
was very meek above all the men which were upon the face of the
earth." "The Lord spake unto Moses face to face as a man speaketh
unto his friend." "My servant, Moses," said his Master, "is faithful
in all Mine house, with him will I speak mouth to mouth." Such is the
explanation of Moses the chameleon, the man and friend of God and
consequently a first-class hero.

DAVID--the man after God's own heart--was a man of war and a mighty
man of valour. When all Israel were on the run, David faced
Goliath--alone ... with God--and he but a stripling, and well scolded
too by his brother for having come to see the battle. What a splendid
fool Eliab must have been! as though David would go to see a battle
and not stay to fight. THEY ARE CHOCOLATE SOLDIERS WHO MERELY GO TO
SEE BATTLES, AND COOLLY URGE OTHERS TO FIGHT THEM. They had better
save their journey money and use it to send out real fighters
instead. Soldiers don't need dry nurses, and if they did the Holy
Ghost is always on the spot and ready to undertake any case on simple
application. No! David went to the battle and stayed to fight, and
won! Wise beyond his years, he had no use for Saul's armour. It
cramped his freedom of action. He tried it on and took it off, quick
sharp. And, besides, it made such a ghastly rattle, even when he
walked, that he could not hear the still small voice of God, and
would never have heard Him saying afterwards, "This is the way to the
brook, David! and there are the five smooth stones! Trust only in Me
and them. Your own home-made sling will do first class, and there!
that's the shortest cut to Goliath." THE CHOCOLATES RAN AWAY--they
were all Chocolates--but David ran upon Goliath. One smooth stone was
enough.

David's secret was that he had but one Director, and He, the
Infallible One. He directed the stone, as He directed the youth. Too
many directors spoil the sport, and two are too many by just one.
Thus Christ said to His soldiers: "HE shall teach you all things, HE
shall guide you into all the truth."

"THIS is My Beloved Son: HEAR HIM."

"ONE MEDIATOR ONLY, between God and Man, the man Christ Jesus."

ONE DIRECTOR OF CHRISTIAN MEN--GOD THE HOLY GHOST. Whose directions
require indeed instant obedience, but not the endorsement of any man.

THE DEVIL NEEDS RED-HOT SHOT, FRESH FROM THE FOUNDRY OF THE HOLY
GHOST. He laughs at cold shot or tepid, and as for that made of
half-iron and half-clay, half-divine and half-human, why you might
just as well pelt him with snowballs.

Whence did this raw youth derive his pluck and skill? Not from
military camps, nor theological schools, nor religious retreats. "To
know The Only True God and Jesus Christ," is enough. Paul determined
to know only Jesus Christ, and look at the grand result! Whilst
others were learning pretty theories, David, like John, had been
alone with God in the wilds, practising on bears and lions. The
result? HE KNEW GOD AND DID EXPLOITS. He knew God only. He trusted
God only. He obeyed God only. That's the secret. God alone gives
strength. God adulterated with men entails the weakness of iron and
clay--Chocolate--brittleness!

Yet hero as he was, even David alas! once played the role of
Chocolate Soldier. HE STAYED AT HOME WHEN HE SHOULD HAVE GONE TO WAR.
His army, far off, in danger, fighting the enemy, won. David, at
home, secure, within sight of God's house and often going there,
suffered the one great defeat of his life, entailing such a bitter,
life-long reaping as might well deter others from the folly of sowing
wild oats. David's sin is a terrific sermon (like Lot's preaching in
Sodom must have been), its theme--"DON'T BE A CHOCOLATE SOLDIER!"

In his simple, quick, and full confession, David proved himself a man
again. It takes a real man to make a true confession--a Chocolate
Soldier will excuse or cloak his sin. He tumbles in the mud,
flounders on, wipes his mouth to try to get the bad taste of his
acted lie out of it, and then goes on his way saying, "I have done no
wickedness." A self-murdering fool! Killing his conscience to save
his face, like Balaam beating the ass who sought to save his master's
life. Being a Chocolate Soldier nearly did for David. Beware!

NATHAN was another real Christian Soldier. He went to his king and
rebuked him to his face, like Peter's dealing with Ananias (only
David embraced his opportunity and confessed), and unlike the
Chocolate Soldiers of today who go whispering about and refusing
either to judge, rebuke, or put away evil because of the entailed
scandal forsooth. Veritable Soapy Sams. They say "It is nothing!
nothing at all! A mere misunderstanding!" As though God's cause would
suffer more through a bold declaration and defense of the truth and
the use of the knife, than by the hiding up of sin, and the certain
development of mortification in the member, involving death to the
whole body. "He that doeth righteousness is righteous," and "he that
doeth sin is of the devil," and ought to be told so. He that is a
second time led captive by the devil needs neither plaster nor
treacle, but the brace rebuke and summons to repentance of a
righteous man to effect his salvation. WE ARE BADLY IN NEED OF
NATHANS TODAY, who fear God and nought else, no, not even a scandal.

DANIEL was another hero. Of course he was! Was he not the man greatly
beloved of God who sent an angel to tell him so?

I love to watch him as he walks, with firm step and radiant face, to
the lions' den, stopping but once--like his Master en route to
Calvary--to comfort his weeping and agonized emperor. God shut the
mouths of the lions against Daniel, but opened them wide against
those who had opened their mouths against His servant.

A man is known by his works, and the works of Daniel were his three
friends, who, rather than bow down to men or gold, braved the fiery
furnace.

Again we see him going to the banquet hall, and hear his conductor
whisper in his ear, "Draw it mild, Daniel, be statesmanlike. Place
and power again for you if you are tactful and wise--especially
tactful!" And Daniel's simple reply, "Get thee behind me, Satan!"
There he stands before the king, braving torture or instant
death--but it's the king who quails, not Daniel--who tells him to his
face the whole hot truth of God, diminishing not a jot.

JOHN THE BAPTIST--a man taught and made and sent of God--good old
John! Who doesn't love and admire him? Why, even Herod did. A genuine
deficiency of oil and treacle in his composition. He always told the
bang flat truth, with emphasis. As he loved, so he warned. He knew
not how to fawn. HE WOOED WITH THE SWORD, AND "MEN" LOVED HIM THE
BETTER FOR IT. They always do.

The leaders of religion sent to John to ask him the dearly loved
question of every Pharisee, "By what authority doest thou these
(good) things?" They asked that of Christ Himself, and crucified Him
for the doing of them. John's answer was plain and pungent, "I will
tell you what you ask, and more. (John was always liberal!) I? I am
nobody, but ye and your masters are a generation of vipers." A good
hot curry, that! John never served his curries with butter sauce, but
he was always very liberal with chutney--a man of God--NO SUGAR PLUM
NOR CHOCOLATE SOLDIER HE!

Thus also he faced Herod after six months in an underground dungeon,
and he a man of "God's Open-air Mission". Brought straight in before
the king; surrounded with all the might and majesty of camp and
court; blinking at the unaccustomed sight of light, but by no means
putting blinkers on the truth, he blurted out his hot and thunderous
rebuke, "Thou shalt not have that woman to be thy wife." A whole
sermon in one sentence, as easy to remember as impossible to forget.
John had preached like that before; like Hugh Latimer, he was not
above repeating a good sermon to a king, word for word, when the king
had not given sufficient heed to it.

John received the unique distinction of a first-class character from
both God and the agent of the devil. Hark to the Savior indulging in
an outburst of exquisite sarcasm, "What think ye of John? A reed
shaken by the wind? A man clothed in soft raiment?" A Chocolate
Christian? (How delicious! The Chocolates were right in front of
Jesus at the time--Pharisees, Sadducees, priests, scribes, lawyers,
and other hypocrites. How the crowd must have enjoyed it!) "A
prophet? Nay, much more than a prophet! Of men born of women there is
none greater than John." And what did the devil's agent say when,
after John's death, he heard of Jesus? "This," I tell you, "is John
risen from the dead." What a character! Fancy Jesus being mistaken
for anyone! He could have been mistaken only for John. Nobody envies
him the well-deserved honour, great though it was, for John was a
man--pure granite right through, with not a grain of chocolate in him.

Had John but heard Jesus say, "Ye shall be My witnesses unto the
uttermost parts of the earth," I very much doubt if Herod's dungeon,
or his soldiers, could have detained him. He surely would have found
some means of escape, and run off to preach Christ's Gospel, if not
in the very heart of Africa, then in some more difficult and
dangerous place. Yet Christ said, referring to His subsequent gift of
the Holy Ghost to every believer, "He that is least in the kingdom of
God is greater than he," intimating that even greater powers than
those of John are at the disposal of every Christian, and that what
John was, each one of us can be--good, straight, bold, unconquerable,
heroic.

But here are other foot-tracks--outrageous ones: they can belong only
to one man--THAT GRANDEST OF CHRISTIAN PARADOXES--THE LITTLE GIANT
PAUL--whose head was as big as his body, and his heart greater than
both. Once he thought and treated every Christian as a combination of
knave and fool. Then he became one himself. He was called "fool"
because his acts were so far beyond the dictates of human reason, and
"mad" because of his irresponsible fiery zeal for Christ and men. A
first-class scholar, but one who knew how to use scholarship
properly; for he put it on the shelf, declaring the wisdom of men to
be but folly, and determined to know nothing else save Jesus Christ
and Him crucified. The result--he made the world turn somersault. His
life was a perpetual gamble for God. Daily he faced death for Christ.
Again and again he stood fearless before crowds thirsting for his
blood. He stood before kings and governors and "turned not a hair".
He didn't so much as flinch before Nero, that vice-president of hell.
His sufferings were appalling; read them. He trod in his Master's
footsteps, and so received--God is always just in His favors--the
same splendid compliment that Jesus did. "All forsook him." So there
were some Chocolate Christians in those days too. Anyone who forsook
Paul must have been made of Chocolate. Doubtless the "CHOCOLATES"
excused themselves as they do today. "Who could abide such a
fanatical, fiery fool? such an uncompromising character? Nobody could
work with him, or he with them!" (What a lie! Jesus did, and they got
on well together.) A tactless enthusiast, who considered it his
business to tell every man the unvarnished truth regardless of
consequences. He won his degree hands down, and without a touch of
the spur. A first-class one, too--that of the headman's axe--next
best to that of the cross.

And so the tale goes on. Go where you will through the Scriptures or
history, you find that men who really knew God, and didn't merely say
they did, were invariably Paragons of Pluck; Dare-Devil Desperadoes
for Jesus; Gamblers for God. "Fools and Madmen," shout the world and
the Chocolates. "Yes, for Christ's sake," add the Angels!

Nobly they fought to win the prize,
  Climbing the steep ascents of heaven,
    Thro' peril, toil, and pain.
  O God, to us let grace be given,
    To follow in their train.

The Chocolate Christians of today can at least boast of having
ancient pedigrees. There are CHOCOLATES A LA REUBEN, who have great
searchings of heart, and make great resolves of heart too. But
somehow they still sit among the sheepfolds, listening to the pipings
of their much-loved organs and church choirs. It's good to have a
great heartsearching. It's better to make a great heart-resolve. But,
if instead of obeying, we squat among the sheep, leaving our few
hard-pressed brethren to tackle the wolves by themselves, verily we
are but Chocolate Christians. You made a great resolve to go to
Africa for Christ a year or two ago. Where are you now? In England?
Yes! Yes! Lollipop! (Judges 5:16.)

There are CHOCOLATES MEROZ, who earned the curse of the angel of the
Lord. War was declared; the battle about to begin; the odds were
outrageous, and Meroz remained in England attending conventions until
the battle was over, then he went, in comfort and security, as a
Cook's tourist! Doubtless they said, "They couldn't fight till they
had been properly ordained, and, besides, there was so very much to
be done in fat, overfed Meroz, and surely to feed a flock of fat
sheep in a safe place has always been considered the ideal training
of war"; as though the best training for the soldier was to become a
nurse-maid!!! (Judges 5:23.)

CHOCOLATES DU BALAAM begin first-class, and earn the name of
prophets. Then they develop a squint, melt, and finally run out of
the frying-pan into the fire, thus Balaam.

One day he couldn't get his left eye to look at God. It would look at
earth and mammon and that chit of a girl, Miss Popularity. He ought
to have done as God told him, and plucked it out. But he said that
was too much to ask of any man, and besides he wanted the best of
both worlds. He had a hearty desire to die the death of the
righteous, but he wasn't willing to pay the price of a righteous
life. He hadn't the pluck to curse God's people, so he made plans for
others to make them sin. But one day, while his dupes were putting
his chestnuts into the fire, they fell in themselves, and Balaam with
them (Numbers 22-24).

"I counsel thee to buy of me eyesalve, that thou mayest once again
have a single eye, and be enabled to see the folly of flirting with
the world."

CHOCOLATE DEMAS, who left old fiery hard-hitting Paul for an easier
path. He said he thought Paul should wink at, or slobber over sin,
instead of rebuking it. "He was so very fond of the knife, you know;
and he never would use sticking-plaster, because he said it never
healed the sore but made it burrow underneath and become bigger,
worse, and dangerous" (2 Timothy 4:10).

MARK joined the Chocolate Brigade once. He left Paul and Barnabas in
the lurch, and went back to Jerusalem for a rest cure--a religious
retreat. Thank God he got sick of it ere long, resigned his
commission, and re-enlisting in God's army became a useful soldier
(Acts 13:13).

MANY FINE YOUNGSTERS ARE TURNED INTO CHOCOLATES BY OLD PROPHETS. Old
prophets who have lost their fire, or fire off words instead of
deeds, usually become Great Chocolate Manufacturers. That poor young
prophet. He did so well when he obeyed God only, but it was all over
with him when he listened to another voice, even though that of an
old prophet. Didn't the old prophet say he was a prophet? and say
he'd got the message straight from God? What a damnable lie! The
floor of Christendom and elsewhere is littered with wrecks made by
old prophets. God won't stand nonsense from any man. Every man has to
choose between Christ and Barabbas, and every Christian between God
and some old prophet. Better be a silly donkey in the estimation of
an old prophet than listen to his soft talk and flattery, and
afterwards become a wreck. "This is My beloved Son, hear HIM." No!
not even Moses, nor Elijah, nor both. "HEAR HIM." "You have an
anointing from God, and you have no need that any man teach you." You
say you believe the Bible! do your deeds give the lie to your words?
(1 Kings 13).

THE TEN SPIES WERE CHOCOLATES. They melted and ran over the whole
congregation of Israel, turning them into CHOCOLATE CREAMS--"softies",
afraid to face the fire and water before them. God put them all
into the saucepan again and boiled them for forty years in
the desert, and left them there. He has no use for Chocolates.
It's not small things He despises, but "Chocolates"; for He said,
"Your little ones shall inherit the promised land which you have
forfeited through listening to men and despising Me" (Numbers 13).

JONAH became a Chocolate Soldier once. Told to go to Africa, he went
to Liverpool and took ship for America. Luckily he met a storm and a
whale which, after three days' instruction, taught him how to pray
and obey, and set him once again on the right track (Jonah 1).

There's nothing that shows up CHOCOLATES so much as a bit of a breeze
among God's people. Paul and Barnabas had one once. Judging from
experience, I guess there were some Chocolates about then who got
into a fog right away! Before that, they had vowed they would go to
the heathen; but this breeze between P. and B. put them off. If they
hadn't been MADE OF CHOCOLATE they would have said, "This affair
between Paul and Barnabas only makes it more necessary for me to keep
close to God, and do what He told me to do more exactly and
punctually; so I shall go a bit sooner to Africa--that's all!"

Difficulties, dangers, disease, death, or divisions don't deter any
but Chocolates from executing God's Will. When someone says there's a
lion in the way, the real Christian promptly replies, "That's hardly
enough inducement for me; I want a bear or two besides to make it
worth my while to go."

CHOCOLATES are very fond of talking loud and long against some whom
they call fanatics, as though there were any danger of Christians
being fanatics nowadays! Why, fanatics among Christians are as rare
as the "dodo". Now, if they declaimed against "tepidity", they would
talk sense. God's real people have always been called fanatics. Jesus
was called mad; so was Paul; so was Whitfield, Wesley, Moody,
Spurgeon. No one has graduated far in God's School who has not been
paid the compliment of being called a fanatic. We Christians of today
are indeed a tepid crew. Had we but half the fire and enthusiasm of
the Suffragettes in the past, we would have the world evangelized and
Christ back among us in no time. Had we the pluck and heroism of the
Flyers, or the men who volunteered for the North or South Polar
Expeditions, or for the Great War, or for any ordinary dare-devil
enterprise, we could have every soul on earth knowing the name and
salvation of Jesus Christ in less than ten years.

Alas! What stirs ordinary men's blood and turns them into heroes,
makes most Christians run like a flock of frightened sheep. The
Militants daily risked their lives in furtherance of their cause, and
subscribed of their means in a way that cried "Shame" on us
Christians, who generally brand the braving of risks and fighting
against odds as a "tempting of God".

CHOCOLATE CARAMELS--"stick-jaw", boys call them--jawing, "I go, sir,"
and sticking fast in Christendom. No conquest is made in assured
safety, and conquest for Christ certainly cannot so be made.

We Christians too often SUBSTITUTE PRAYER FOR PLAYING THE GAME.
Prayer is good: but when used as a substitute for obedience, it is
naught but a blatant hypocrisy, a despicable Pharisaism. We need as
many meetings for action as for prayer--perhaps more. Every orthodox
prayer-meeting is opened by God saying to His people, "Go work today;
pray that laborers be sent into My vineyard." It is continued by the
Christian's response, "I go, Lord, whithersoever Thou sendest me,
that Thy Name may be hallowed everywhere, that Thy Kingdom may come
speedily, that Thy Will may be done on earth as in heaven." But if it
ends in nobody going anywhere, it had better never have been held at
all. Like faith, prayer without works is dead. That is why many
PRAYER-MEETINGS might well be styled "much cry, yet little wool".
Zerubbabel didn't only hold prayer-meetings; he went and cut down
trees, and started to build. Hence God said, "From this day will I
bless thee."

Report says that someone has re-discovered the secret of the old
masters. Cannot we Christians re-discover, and put into practice,
that of our Great Master and His former pupils, Heroism? He and they
saved not themselves; they loved not their lives to the death, and so
kept on saving them by losing them for Christ's sake.

WE ARE FRITTERING AWAY TIME AND MONEY IN A MULTIPLICITY OF
CONVENTIONS, conferences, and retreats, when the real need is to go
straight and full steam into battle, with the signal for "close
action" flying.

The "Vox Humana" plays too important a part in our Christian organs
and organizations today. The music, whoever plays, is bound to be
thin when the tops of "Instant Obedience" and "Fiery Valor" are
missing or unused, and without them to play the "Lost Chord" of
Heroism is an impossibility.

"Whatsoever he saith unto you, do it," said the Blessed Virgin. Do
what? Not put treacle and spice into the soft holy vessels inside the
house, but pour the Water of Life into those empty stone ones
outside. Cana's marriage feast would have ended in shame had the wine
run short. Christ's marriage feast begins only when the wine is
sufficient--a blend from every tongue and kindred and tribe and
nation. The supply is assured, as soon as the water is poured out as
Christ directed, into "the uttermost parts of the earth". The
mischief today is the reluctance of the servants to do the outside
work. They all want to serve indoors, wear smart clothes, listen to
the conversation, and make a terrible lot of themselves in the
butler's pantry.

DO LET US MAKE A REAL START NOW--AT ONCE. For years, like Mr. Winkle,
we've declared we were just about to begin, and then never began at
all.

We must divorce Chocolate and Disobedience, and marry Faith and
Heroism.

"Who shall begin the battle?" asked the king. "Thou," replied the
prophet, and when the king and the young princes led the way, though
the odds against them were terrific, they won with ridiculous ease.
So, too, THE APOSTLES LED IN THE WAR OF GOD to the uttermost parts of
the earth. Likewise in the Crusades, the kings and princes of State
and Church led; then why not today in THE CRUSADE OF CHRIST TO
EVANGELIZE THE WORLD?

GOD'S SUMMONS TODAY IS TO THE YOUNG MEN AND WOMEN OF GREAT BRITAIN
AND AMERICA AND CHRISTENDOM, WHO CALL THEMSELVES BY THE NAME OF
CHRIST. "New wine," said Christ, "must be placed in New bottles."
Those superfluously labelled and patched-up old-fashioned ones are as
hopeless as the New Theology. They can't be moved lest they burst
with pride and spill the wine in the wrong place.

Listen: "And it shall be in the last days, I will pour forth of My
Spirit upon all flesh. Your sons and your daughters shall prophesy,
your young men shall see visions (of faith), your old men shall dream
dreams (of valorous obedience); yea, and on My bondmen and on my
bondmaidens in those days will I pour forth of My Spirit, and they
shall prophesy; and I will show wonders in the heaven above and signs
in the earth beneath; and it shall be that whosoever shall call on
the name of the Lord shall be saved." But how can they call on Him of
whom they have not even heard? Must you stay, young man? Can't you
go, young woman, and tell them? Verily we are in the last--the
Laodicean stage--that of the Lukewarm Church.

Wilt thou be to Christ the partner of His throne or an emetic
(Revelation 3:21); a Militant or a Chocolate Christian? Wilt thou
fear or wilt thou fight? Shall your brethren go to war and shall ye
sit here? When He comes, shall He find faith on the earth?

A thousand times you have admitted Christ's

Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands your life, your soul, your all.

Wilt thou be a miser and withhold what honour demands of thee? Wilt
thou give like Ananias and Sapphira, who, pretending to give all,
gave only part?

Possessing and enjoying the vineyard, wilt thou, like the husbandman,
refuse the agreed rent? Wilt thou fear death, or devil, or men? AND
WILT THOU NOT FEAR SHAME?

Some shall rise to everlasting life, and some to shame and
everlasting contempt.

Shall we refuse to emulate the heroes of old, or shall we accomplish
the double fulfillment of those glorious words?--

All these being men of war came with a perfect heart to make Jesus
King over all the world. They were all mighty men of valor for the
war! He that was least was equal to a hundred, and the greatest to a
thousand! They were not of double heart! Their faces were like the
faces of lions! They were as swift as the roes upon the mountains (to
do their Lord's commands)! Ye sought in time past, for Jesus to be
King over you. NOW, THEN, DO IT. (Compare 1 Chron. 12:8, 33 and 38,
and 2 Samuel 3:17 and 18.)

Shall we not reply: Thine are we, Jesus, and on Thy side. God do so
to me, and more also, if as God has sworn unto Him, I do not even so
to Jesus--to translate the kingdom from the house of Satan, and set
up the throne of Jesus Christ over all the world. (Compare 1 Chron.
12:18 and 2 Sam. 3:10.)

Come, then, let us restore the "Lost Chord" of
Christianity--HEROISM--to the world, and the crown of the world to
Christ. Christ Himself asks thee, "Wilt thou be a Malingerer or a
Militant?"

To your knees, man! and to your Bible! Decide at once! Don't hedge!
Time flies! Cease your insults to God, quit consulting flesh and
blood. Stop your lame, lying, and cowardly excuses.

Enlist! Here are your papers and oath of allegiance. Scratch out one
side and sign the other in the presence of God and the recording
angel. Mark God's endorsements underneath:

HENCEFORTH:

For me To live is Christ.
To die is gain.
I'll be a militant.
A man of God.
A gambler for Christ.
A hero.

Sign here

..................

OR

For me Chocolate my name.
Tepidity my temperature.
A malingerer I.
A child of Men.
A self-excuser.
A humbug.

Sign here

..................


God's promises are sure in either case:


"Lo, I am with you alway."

OR

"I will spew thee out of My mouth."


Good Lord!

Baptize us with the Holy Ghost, and with fire;

Cure us of all this dread plague of Sleeping Sickness, this crazy
talking in our sleep, that even as we unceasingly pray,

Thy Name may be hallowed everywhere;

Thy Kingdom come speedily;

Thy Will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

Amen and Amen!





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