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A SUNDAY AT THE FRONT

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A SUNDAY AT THE FRONT THE FARM YARD COMMUNION I BLRIXD the line, we tried to make JO ourselves all tkings to aU men. We of the Y.M.C.A. had to be un- denominational not only as Protestants, but in our attitude towards the other great church of Christendom. Our huts, our ten., our barns, were the common l*»sesskm of all who worked on behalf of soldiers. I have not heard of Mass being celebrated on behalf of those who fol- lowed the Roman communion; on the Somme I knew they had the churches of the villages for their use. But our accom- modation was at their service as well as for others. On my last Sunday in France we had two celebrations, one in the early horning, by the Anglican Padre, the other in the afternoon by a Scottish Free Church chaplain, Dr. Lauchlan MacLean Watt, preacher of the Word, writer, poet, above all true Christian gentleman. As they are firmest fixed in my memory, 1 I may be permitted to describe one of these, for the first was conducted by a minister who held earnest and rigid views about confirmation, while the other was an open communion to which I was welcomed. The Church of England chaplain had met his communicants under shelter of the barn, which had been cleaned up by zealous orderlies overnight. The acces- sories were not imposing. Two biscuit bosee served for the altar table, and the walls were covered with pictures taken from the illustrated weeklies, and a collec- tion of Captain Bairnsfather's war cari- catures. A far cry from this dim barn to the ornate surroundings of our churches, but I do not think the sacrament lost thereby in power. The Scottish Padre placed his altar of biscuit boxes in the centre of the farm- yard. A plain covering cloth, and the vessels of the communion thereon, and the table was ready. I do not know how to v write properly of this service under the blue vault of heaven. Words, words, words, how can they convey the deepest feelings of the heart, how can they inter- pret the things of the spirit! I feel it will need closer concentration of mind, and greater detachment from the daily duties of life, before I can say what is in me to' tsay concerning this assemblage around the table sacred to Christendom. Here and now at best one can write only a straight narrative of superficial things. It was a quiet afternoon at the front, or so it seemed to us, for often a current of wind will prove a deadening power even to the sound of guns fired a few miles away. It was one of those rare afternoons when one could cherish the illusion that peace waa once more upon the earth. Traffic rumbled ceaselessly over the near- by road, but to this we were well accus- tomed, so well used indeed that we did not consciously hear it. The breeze was in the trees. A bird sang blithely. We might have been in the very heart of rural England. We had many Scottish soldiers at the ^celebration, killed soldiers grave of face, a.s beaming what is to the Northerner the most eoleinn event of worship. Some had just come down from battle, and some believed they had to go on the morrow. An officer came in the shadow of crushing bereavement. His brother had fallen up above," and 1 dare not look him long in the face so tragic it appeared. And there were English and Welsh among the com- pany who sat around the altar of biscuit Iwxfts. We looked the gate of the yard, for we wanted quietness. Or. Watt ked for th Scottish para- phrase. No« I discovered that these are eung with a Oeliberate slowness to which I was a straiger, and so the T'adre had first of all to coach me, at the piano, to the rhyfhm vith which his countrymen take their hynns. Thus, to hie beat, we sang the reras to which the Covenanters made the mom tain fastnesses of Scotland ring in old tine. The Led niy Shepherd is, I shall be well supplied. At the froit, the soldiers make none of the miserabfe pretence at singing to which we are acculomed at home. They let their voices, good bad, or indifferent, have their full effect. This afternoon, so quiet, with not a gun-onnd disturbing the air, the fllaw measured strains moved one to an exaltation which is beyond description. The paraphrase went, deliberately to its end, and a? we reached the last line an aeroplane, flying low over the farmyard, appeared to blend its note into our?. Another followed quickly, and we heard its musical hum long after it had passed the line cf visioii. No preacher who has aught to say is .tho,at a mptstl"o at the front, o padre who is certain oi his mission has to cast about in his ninrl for a suitable theme. He is surrounded by sermons. His oppor- tunities are more than he ran grasp. The enldier. as a rule, does not love compul- sory church parade, and when we bear at home of sanguine expectations that the revival of religion will come from the trenches we may discountenance thpm; the wi, is father to the thought. The! V, idipr no more wears hi" reliqion on his j sleeve at the front than hp did when at h6m». All that can he said with certaintv is that he is more susceptible to religious Appeal, and that he likes to attend the nn- official s-ervie". that is the services lie mav please hin^if about going roo He is an attentive. and sometimes an enlotional of thp T ord's Prayer without a trace of that be.shful reserve which result*, at home, in the whisperPd repetition. I have heard eight hundred men snv it together, with a wnnd liVo fhe rise irr! filil of the sea." This afternoon, although the Padre read, aud sooke with a fierce earnestness, wjfh a Celtic abandon, the congregation was as restful as the scene. Ther sang another 41 the old paraphrases, I to the hills will ttft mv eyps." nod before it through heard the guns again at their shatter- ing work. The guns were booming when the Padre took from hand to hand the bread and the vine, booming faintly but continuously. The anger of man-too grace of his Lord— The hell of his hate-the pow'r of His Word! Gun hla-sts, bodies torn, wreckage, agonies, —And here the sacred board! Another aeroplane winged its way above, like a silver gleam. In the farm-yard all was still; one wondered whether all around was not an evil dream which would pass away. And wheat they had sung an hymn, they went out into the Mount of Olives." When the Gordons had eung the last hymn, they went ont also; and before many days had passed they too had seen Gethsemane. J. D. W.

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