The Chocolate Soldier

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Title: The Chocolate Soldier Heroism--The Lost Chord of Christianity
Author: C. T. Studd
Release Date: August 16, 2007 [EBook #22331]
Language: English
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The Chocolate Soldier
By C. T. Studd
Christian Literature Crusade Fort Washington, Pennsylvania
"THE CHOCOLATE SOLDIER" or "Heroism--The Lost Chord of
Christianity"

HEROISM is the lost chord; the mission note of present-day
Christianity!
Every true soldier is a hero! A SOLDIER WITHOUT HEROISM IS A
CHOCOLATE SOLDIER! Who has not been stirred to scorn and mirth
at the very thought of a Chocolate Soldier! In peace true soldiers are
captive lions, fretting in their cages. War gives them their liberty and
sends them, like boys bounding out of school, to obtain their heart's
desire or perish in the attempt. Battle is the soldier's vital breath! Peace
turns him into a stooping asthmatic. War makes him a whole man again,
and gives him the heart, strength, and vigor of a hero.
EVERY TRUE CHRISTIAN IS A SOLDIER--of Christ--a hero "par
excellence"! Braver than the bravest--scorning the soft seductions of
peace and her oft-repeated warnings against hardship, disease, danger,
and death, whom he counts among his bosom friends.
THE OTHERWISE CHRISTIAN IS A CHOCOLATE CHRISTIAN!
Dissolving in water and melting at the smell of fire. "Sweeties" they are!
Bonbons, lollipops! Living their lives on a glass dish or in a cardboard
box, each clad in his soft clothing, a little frilled white paper to
preserve his dear little delicate constitution.
Here are some PORTRAITS OF CHOCOLATE SOLDIERS taken by
the Lord Jesus Christ Himself.
"He said, 'I go, sir,' and went not"; he said he would go to the heathen,
but stuck fast to Christendom instead.
"They say and do not"--they tell others to go, and yet do not go
themselves. "Never," said General Gordon to a corporal, as he himself
jumped upon the parapet of a trench before Sebastopol to fix a gabion
which the corporal had ordered a private to fix, and wouldn't fix
himself, "Never tell another man to do what you are afraid to do
yourself."
To the Chocolate Christian the very thought of war brings a violent
attack of ague, while the call to battle always finds him with the palsy.

"I really cannot move," he says. "I only wish I could, but I can sing,
and here are some of my favorite lines:
"I must be carried to the skies On a flowery bed of ease, Let others
fight to win the prize, Or sail thro' bloody seas.
Mark time, Christian heroes, Never go to war; Stop and mind the
babies Playing on the floor.
Wash and dress and feed them Forty times a week. Till they're roly
poly-- Puddings so to speak.
Chorus: Round and round the nursery Let us ambulate Sugar and spice
and all that's nice Must be on our slate."
"Thank the good Lord," said a very fragile, white-haired lady, "God
never meant me to be a jelly-fish!" She wasn't!
GOD NEVER WAS A CHOCOLATE MANUFACTURER, AND
NEVER WILL BE. God's men are always heroes. In Scripture you can
trace their giant foot-tracks down the sands of time.
NOAH walked with God, he didn't only preach righteousness, he acted
it. He went through water and didn't melt. He breasted the current of
the popular opinion of his day, scorning alike the hatred and ridicule of
the scoffers who mocked at the thought of there being but one way of
salvation. He warned the unbelieving and, entering the ark himself,
didn't open the door an inch when once God had shut it. A real hero
untained by the fear of man.
Learn to scorn the praise of men. Learn to lose with God; Jesus won the
world thro' shame! And beckons us His road.
ABRAHAM, a simple farmer, at a word from the Invisible God,
marched, with family and stock, through the terrible desert to a distant
land to live among a people whose language he could neither speak nor
understand! Not bad that! But later he did even better, marching hot
foot against the combined armies of five kings, flushed with recent

victory, to rescue one man! His army? Just 318 odd fellows, armed like
a circus crowd. And he won too. "He always wins who sides with
God." What pluck! Only a farmer! No war training! Yet what hero has
eclipsed his