am discharged. I’ll give my next week’s pay,” and up jumped a war-widow
and she said, “I’ll give my next week’s pension.”

I was talking in Doncaster, and I had a batch of wounded men from one of
the local hospitals—a batch of twenty dressed in blue—and every one of
them gave something; and when I looked round and said, “Boys, why are you
giving?” one said, “Well, sir, we’re grateful for what it did for us when
we were there.”

People say, “What are you going to do with the huts after the war?” We
want to pick them up, and bring them back to this country and put one down
in every parish in the land, so that when the boys do come back they will
still have the Y.M.C.A. hut to go into, so that they can still keep up the
spirit of unity.

Woe be to the man who goes into the hut and tries to preach sectarianism.
The Y.M.C.A. is creating a spirit of unity amongst the boys, and that is
going on all the time. I want the limitations to vanish at home. I want
the ecclesiastical barriers to go. When you get to Heaven the Lord will
have to give Gabriel a job to introduce many Christians to one another.
You should see your boys, how they mix up. They come in—the Roman
Catholics, the Church of England, and the Nonconformists and Plymouth
Brethren and Salvation Army, and all sorts—you don’t know who’s who. We
are not quarrelling over religions at the front—we are fighting and dying
for the folks who are doing that at home.

Let’s stop our religious nonsense. Religion’s too big to be confined
within our four little walls. If our Church rules are so rigid that they
won’t let us come together, then our Church rules are wrong. God never
made rules which divide men—all God’s laws unite. Christ died that we