oken one of the men came forward and
asked if he could say a word. He had been an earnest Christian before
the war, and as he began to speak of his fall and of his trusting wife
and children at home, the poor fellow broke down in utter wretchedness.
It seemed to strike a responsive chord in the hearts of the married men
all over the room. Many a one buried his head in his hands and wept
bitterly. A second after-meeting was held and God seemed to be moving
in the heart of every man present. Man after man rose to tell of his
fall, or of his repentance, or of his new acceptance of Christ. The
feeling was deep but controlled. It was one of the saddest and yet one
of the gladdest meetings I have ever attended. One minister present
said he had seen nothing like it all through the Welsh revival.

During their stay in this hospital great changes have taken place in
many of these men. Here is Dan, a young chauffeur, a strong-willed,
self-sufficient young fellow who thought he needed no help and no
religion. He has a Christian wife at home to whom he has been untrue,
for the temptations of the war swept him off his feet like a flood. In
the meetings this week he turned to Christ and has been working right
and left bringing in others ever since. Beside him is a poor fellow
whom he has just brought to the meetings. He went on leave to England,
only to find his three children deserted by his wife, who had run away,
untrue to him. At last he found her, and brought her home. On his
return to the army, he finds that now he has to bear here in the
hospital the vicarious result of her fall. He came to me as a
non-Christian struggling with the problem of forgiveness. Could he
forgive her all this and his broken home? At last in Christ he found
the power to forgive and took up his heavy cross. He knelt at the
altar of the little chapel and yielded up his life to God. Tomorrow he
leaves the hospital to begin a new life.

Here is a young Australian who was untrue to his wife. When we first
saw him he was hardened by sin. That night he yielded to Christ. The
next Sunday we knelt beside him at the Lord's Supper. He was a new
man; his very face was changed. He said, "I have read of miracles in
the past, but there was never a greater miracle than the change which
has taken place in my heart and life. I am a new man. I can look any
one in the face today!"

Beside him at that communion table knelt a young gunner, "Joe,"