Christianity -- Great Britain; Great Britain -- Social conditions -- 20th century
It is difficult for men to learn the lesson of their own most bitter
experience. Only when the Cross stands far back across the years does
its meaning and purpose faintly gleam on the minds of men. It need be
no matter for surprise that men who did not themselves stand in the
breach of death should be unable to articulate the master-word of the
future. That great word will be--Spirit. What the world gazed on for
four years of woe was the triumph of the spirit. To the men who,
footsore and limping, marched back from Mons, defeat was
incredible--their souls knew not the word. And because victory, even
as they retreated, was in their souls, they swept the enemy back from
the gates of Paris. For four years in mud and misery and defeat the
soul endured and triumphed. It was the greatest of all the soldiers of
France who said to his body as it shrank in his first battle:
'Tremblest thou? If thou knewest the dangers into which I shall this
day carry thee, thou wouldest tremble!' Often and often in these four
years the poor worn suffering body said, 'I have had enough--enough of
mud and vermin--I am fed up; I will do no more,' but when the call of
duty came the soul said to the body, 'I will make you face it, make you
go through with it'; and the soul compelled the body to charge into the
very face of death. It was the spark of the Divine in the soul that
enabled our brothers to conquer the shrinking of flesh and blood and so
to conquer the foe. It is in the measure that armies are souls that
armies conquer. And it has been the same at home in castle and
cot-house. We have but to think of the wives and mothers.
'They let them go forth at the wheels
Of the guns and denied not. But then the surprise
When one sits quiet alone! Then one weeps, then one kneels,
God! how the house feels.'
However deeply the iron pierced, there was never a thought of defeat
being even possible. And when the call came the women toiled in the
factories, and the ammunition dumps were their spirit materialised. At
home and in the battle-line the final destiny of every nation depends
upon the soul.
II
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