It has only been this same Christ, _this Christ in deeds_, when our
women have washed the blood from the faces of the wounded, and taken the
caked mud from their feet; when under fire, through the hours of the
night, they have made the doughnuts; when instead of sleeping they have
written the letters home to soldiers' loved ones, when they have lifted
the heavy pails of water and struggled with them over the shell-wrecked
roads that the dying soldiers might drink; when they have sewn the torn
uniforms; when they have strewn with the first spring flowers the graves
of those who died for liberty. Only _Christ in deeds_ when our men
went unarmed into the horrors of the Argonne Forest to gather the dying
boys in their arms and to comfort them with love, humam and divine.

That valiant champion of justice and truth; that faithful, able and
brilliant defender of American standards, the late Honorable Theodore
Roosevelt, told me personally a few days before he went into the hospital
that his son wrote him of how our officer, fifty-three years of age,
despite his orders, went unarmed over the top, in the whirl-wind of the
charge, amidst the shriek of shell and tear of shrapnel, and picked up the
American boy left for dead in No Man's Land, carrying him on hie back over
the shell-torn fields to safety.

It is this _Christ in deeds_ that has made the doughnut to take the
place of the "cup of cold water" given in His name. It is this _Christ
in deeds_ that has brought from our humble ranks the modern Florence
Nightingales and taken to the gory horrors of the battlefields the white,
uplifting influences of pure womanhood. It is this _Christ in deeds_
that made Sir Arthur Stanley say, when thanking our General for $10,000
donated for more ambulances: "I thank you for the money, but much more for
the men; they are quite the best in our service."