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Note. —I t has been the policy of this magazine to give each month one article along the line of the articles published in “The Fundam entals,” of which THE KING’S BUSINESS is in aasense the successor. These articles largely have to do with the defense of the divine origin and infallibility of the Scriptures, and the presentation of the fundamental tru th s of the Gospel. One of the best proofs of the divine origin of the Gospel is its power in personal life, and frequently the Fundamentals gave personal testimonies: so this month we are pre senting this letter from Mrs. Ralph C. Norton, who, in describing their great work among the Belgian soldiers, gives a number of testimonies.
gian soldiers, reading by the feeble light of a candle thrust into the hilt of a bay onet, the point sticking in the earth. Each one in this little group has on his knees a Testament which we have sent him. One of them, who is leading, has known the Bible for more months than the others, and, through his daily reading and prayers for the light of the Holy Spirit, has come in a wonderful way to have a grasp of its eternal truths. This man expounds to his comrades the truth, as they read the Word together. Then, after the reading is over, reverently and simply they each pour out their hearts in prayer to the One who, though unseen, forms a part of their num ber, and Who has blessed and taught them as they have taken counsel together on the things of the Kingdom. This is no fanciful picture; again and again have we had described to us such a gathering, assembled for study of the Bible and for prayer.. Let it be remem bered that this work with the Belgian sol diers, which has been placed in our hands and laid upon our hearts, is a work in vir gin soil. Apart from the few hundred Bel gian soldiers who before the war were Protestants, possibly nine-tenths of the
ICTURE to yourself a , muddy, rain-swept trench— !across the narrow barrier of the little Yser River—death &S3 raining in an unceasing shower of shells, bullets, shrapnel and bombs. In his particular corner of the trench, seeking a little shelter, sits a Belgian brig adier, half-deafened by the noise, with every nerve stretched taut, death striking down comrades on each side of him—his thoughts turned to eternal things. In the good providence of God, he espies near him in the mud of the trench, a small Gospel of St. John—a Gospel like 125,000 others that it has been our privilege in the last year and a-half to scatter throughout the Belgian Army. He reaches for the little book; he reads it through, and quietly in his own heart he makes his great decis ion : he accepts Christ as his Saviour, signs the little decision form on the back page of the Gospel, tears it off and sends it to us in London. Picture, if you can, another scene, in these same trenches at night time. Along the border of the Yser, in a little ‘abri’ or dug-out, are assembled half a dozen Bel
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