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back as though they told of a long confus'd battle, in which few knew all that was involved, and men often defended the Truth with unclean weapons and yet the Spirit of Truth never left the


The note of adoration will be found only if the worshippers can penetrate through the form to the content, and discover that the words enshrine the story of an Eternal Purpose wrought out in the Cross upon the fields of time, and forever made operative in human wills through the Holy Spirit. The saints who contended for the intellectual setting of the truth were safeguarding the reality of that Experience and Hope by which they lived. Inevitably and slowly they were driven to the doctrine of the Holy Trinity.

These thinkers, whose quick intellects no one with any insight can despise, were concerned for the honour of the Eternal God. How could he be out of the great things which were happening in this human life? He must be in it; any other God would be impossible. It would be a poor compensation to leave Him the ordering of the stars if from Him were taken His part in the incomparably more wonderful task of redeeming humanity. They who adored the Eternal Lord under the name of the Holy, Blessed, and Glorious Trinity were jealous for the honour of God. Through the words, which have become cold to us, there throbs the mightiest of all spiritual passions, the jealousy for God. Men were led to this apparently intellectual statement of their belief not because they cared to set and to answer metaphysical puzzles, but because they wished to ensure for their redemption an eternal reality. They longed, moreover, to guard their Eternal Creator from the slur that in a world like this, with such a redeeming love of action, He should be above the scene, and not sharing in its pain and glory.

The words at best set forth the mystery, which men can only know in part; but they may be repeated still with something of the former passion and adoration if through the things said by the saints the worshippers may penetrate to the things they never said, because such things can never be spoken.



The Church Periodical Club

HAT is this church Periodical Club," asked the rector of an eastern parish, "that men like Bishop Biller, Bishop Tucker, and Archdeacon Stuck are willing to speak at its meetings? Somewhere in North Carolina the people told a visiting missionary, "We don't know much about the Church, but we know all about the Church Periodical Club." In these two sentences we have the viewpoint of those to whom food for the mind is as much a matter of course as food for the body, and of those others (so many of them!) who look to the C. P. C. for the satisfaction, wholly or in part, of their intellectual and, maybe, spiritual needs.

The aims of the C. P. C. are to make the helpful printed page of use to someone until it is worn out, to share with others what has brought pleasure or satisfaction to ourselves, to give concrete expression to the "love of the brethren " that we profess as members of Christ. The method is simple, branches of the Club are organized along parish and diocesan lines, members are asked to forward to designated addresses the magazines and books they have read, the games they no longer play, the records of which they are tired, the pictures at which they never look. Such utilization of used material was the original plan of the Club, and constitutes still its principal effort, making it possible for almost anyone to qualify for membership. From those who are able to give new material further help is asked. As the workers in the mission field, in the small parish, and the crowded institution come to appreciate the C. P. C. better, they naturally make known the larger needs of their work, technical books, reference books for libraries and schools, recent theology for the clergy, books for men preparing for Holy Orders, and last, but not least, tracts and books for the missionaries to use among the scattered people to whom they can give but little personal instruction. It is with some hesitancy that this last item is mentioned, as it has been the sad experience of the

writer that, while there is enthusiastic response to the story of the rancher so lost in his first good magazine that nothing but a beating at the hands of his wife could recall him to a sense of milking time, a pall of coldness and indifference settles over an audience at the first suggestion of the need of Church literature for propaganda. And Christian Science continues to gather in the converts.

Whatever the thing sent, the sender is asked to get in touch by correspondence, whenever possible, with the recipient. Since the early days of the Club the establishment of a friendly relation has been the basis of its work. The material given is useful, but that material plus personality is a gift whose value is beyond computing, lifted entirely out of the class of miscalled charity. A priest whose failing health of mind prevented any practical use of his magazines would hold them tenderly in his arms when they came, conscious still of the thought and love they represented. "Chaplain," said a man in prison, “ I know what Heaven and hell are. It's hell to be forgotten, it's Heaven to be just remembered."

Directly or indirectly the C. P. C. quite literally renders service to all sorts and conditions of men, bishops, clergy, lay workers, teachers, and students, men in the Army and Navy, inmates of hospitals and prisons, and perhaps more than all "just people," like ourselves in all save fulness of opportunity. To share this fulness and thus to be a good member of the C. P. C. calls for a little time, a little thought, a little perseverance, for a willingness to make at times a venture of faith and send without expectation of response or gratitude, and for the expenditure of such money as is possible. Special effort is being made to enlarge the membership among those who know and care for the best in literature and life. There is still a lurking belief in the minds of many that any missionary in an isolated station will greet with joy an out-of-date commentary or the ponderous sermons of our forefathers. It is difficult to eliminate the tendency to think of Alaska in terms of the Saturday Evening Post and the detective tale and to convince our contributors that there, as in all pioneer countries, men are

demanding real food for thought. There must be Churchmen who read such journals as North American Review, Scientific American, and Nineteenth Century, but they do not often come in the way of the C. P. C. A recent visitor to some of our Southern missions reported the great value of C. P. C. gifts with the added comment, The best is none too good for the work that is being done and the workers."

"What do you know about B.?" asked a Bishop in response to an inquiry concerning mission work recently begun in his diocese. "More than anyone else," was the prompt reply, "the C. P. C. opened the way." And indeed in many directions the C. P. C. does just this, opens the way, for the girl to go through High School and for candidates working in the field to prepare for Holy Orders, for whole communities to rise from degradation to decency and for isolated missions to grasp the reality of the Catholic Church. A picture postcard with the blessing of GOD may turn a mountain boy into an honored member of one of the learned professions or may break down the barrier between a dying man and the hospital chaplain. A Church paper may be the instrument to bring a man to Confirmation or to establish a new mission of the Church. When even the war pictures in our Sunday papers become the determining factor in bringing a Japanese school boy to Christianty, we must stand in awe before the power of the printed page and our responsibility for its use.

Executive Secretary.

A Day's Work at the Church Missions



LL baptized members of our Church have a proprietary interest in The Church Missions House. Although built with money given by private individuals, it was erected for a special purpose, in order that the Church at large might be able in an efficient way to obey her Lord's command to

carry His Message to all His creatures. It is the headquarters from which the Church's representatives go out to every part of the world, and into which flow, from all parts of the country, the means which enable them to go. Some little account of its activities may be of interest to those to whom the words "Church Missions House" mean nothing more than the address to which their payments on the apportionment must be directed.

From the two rooms in the old Bible House of thirty-five years ago the work of The Domestic and Foreign Missionary Society (its cumbersome but legal title) has grown to such dimensions that it now occupies the greater part of a large building at the corner of Fourth Avenue and Twenty-second Street, New York. Under the same roof are housed the offices of the Secretaries of the House of Bishops and the House of Deputies, the Church Building Fund Commission, the Social Service Commission, the Church Periodical Club, the Girls' Friendly Society and the Daughters of the King. The work of the missionary society is carried on in many departments, foreign, domestic, Latin-America, forward movement, educational, the treasury, the Women's Auxuliary and editorial, the latter including the publication of The Spirit of Missions and the numerous other publications of the Board. Each department is in charge of a secretary, while the president, Bishop Lloyd, has general oversight over all.

Perhaps no better idea of the scope and diversity of the work can be had than by a glance at the mail, with the opening of which each day's work begins. The letters come pouring in, early in the morning and all day, from all quarters of the globe and from all sorts and conditions of men and women! In the president's office missives from the Archbishop of Canterbury and the Presiding Bishop on grave matters of state may be opened side by side with the pitiful story of a struggling little mission in the mountains; one letter contains a check for a thousand dollars for the One Day's Income plan, the next literally the widow's mite; a western missionary bishop writes for counsel, an industrial school among the negroes in the South

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