fruit through the lady
workers or the hut orderlies, or the 'Tommies' who were friends of the
wounded. But he refused all. So I asked him if he would distribute them
if I gave them. This he agreed to, and I have sent them to him since
then. But he is too busy." The oranges were not distributed, and our
friend concludes: "I am out against the whole principle on which he acts.
I don't think he is much to be blamed. He is one of the best; a keen,
hard-working, pleasant man, zealous for his 'own show,' and in its
interests doing much for the men. And in his principle of action he is
not an exception, but a common type of the Anglican _padre_ as I have met
them in many lands. They are trained and encouraged to 'push their own
show.' But this keenness on one's 'own show' rather than on men, is the
very essence of the sin of schism, and the very root of Pharisaism. Now,
as a rule, all the sects stand for their 'own show' first, and men know
it. I am ashamed to be a parson today. Men were not made for any
Church, but the Church for them." Here again, which of us is without
sin, and who can throw the first stone at his brother, or at other
branches of the sadly divided Church of Christ?

Facing the vast common need in war time with four thousand wounded
patients, whom no one chaplain could visit, the whole story is obviously
pathetic and sad. The writer also recalls visiting a Y M C A hut of
another nationality, where the secretary was so obviously "out for his
own show," and had become so engrossed in the counter of his dry canteen
and his work as a money-changer, that he had forgotten all the higher
interests of the men, and the high purpose for which he was there. He
had become a mere secularized machine, a kind of automatic cash register,
mistaking in his work the means for the end. He was just as much "out
for his own show" as the three mentioned above, and it was an infinitely
smaller "show."

Here we have four instances of men, each conscientious, well meaning, and
earnest; each zealous for his own work and his own organization; yet each
earning the pity or contempt of the great body of men outside the
churches today who are out of sympathy with sectarian zeal. The saddest
religious spectacle the writer ever witnessed was in the Church of the
Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem, where five chapels divide that sacred spot
where our Lord is supposed to have been crucified, occupied by five
bodies, each claiming to