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its full measure of Home Mission responsi bility. This is a splendid result. This principle is possible of an application to other churches in certain directions. It is still more possible of an application to the local church. When we have learned truly to unify every part of our church in its supply to each part, we have come to the highest development of the Cchurch. The Spirit is given to profit withal. Each is to supply his part and the whole is built up. Let us not think for a mo ment that our little part is unessential; nor on the other hand, that it is so self-sufficient, that nothing else is needed. Let us not think that our denomination is useless, or a fifth wheel to the chariot of the Lord; neither let us think that we do God's work in the world or even in the South, without others. A. A. L. Contributed HOW DOES OUR NATIONAL CAPITAL LOOK IN THE EYES OF JESUS? By Mrs. Ona Winants Borland. In one of Rev. Andrew R. Bird's articles on the need of an enlarged Church of the Pilgrims in Washington he spoke of having recently a fuller realization of why Jesus, on His tri umphal entry into Jerusalem, wept at sight of Ilis national capital. Tlit disciples were filled with patriotic pride as they gazed on the mass ive structure of their national Temple. But Jesus wept. He was not weeping at thought of what this city would do to lliin five days later, in turning Him over to Roman soldiers to crucify. He wept because this city and its people were so blind that they could not see in Him their King, King by right of blood inheri tance and doubly King by Ilis power. lie wept because they were so dead in their sins that they could not recognize in Him the Prince of Life. They trafficked and bartered up to the very sacred doors of their holy temple, alert and alive only to material things, blind, asleep, dead to all things spiritual. And suppose Sunday morning Jesus were to stand on Capitol Hill and gaze out over Wash ington, over its broad avenues, its classic gov ernment buildings, its parks, its mansions and its churches, would lie weep? His gaze pene trates beneath the surface to the very soul of the city. He sees its very heart. lie sees Washington, the Capital of the nation, which was founded by our forefathers for the very purpose of worshipping God in all freedom of conscience; Washington the Capital of this nation, whose supreme court rendered a de cision in witing (1892, Church of the Holy Trinity of United States) that this is a Chris tian nation; Washington the Capital of this nation, which vaunts to all the world on the margin of its silver dollar that "In God We Trust," and seeing Washington as, alas, Wash ington does not see itself, Jesus weeps. What does He see as He stands on Capitol Hill at 10 o'clock on Sunday morning? The church bells are ringing (and there are so few churches for half a million people). The little children, hundreds of them, are playing all morning in the parks; not just the poor chil dren in neglected districts, but the wealthy, fashionably dressed, nurse-ridden children of Sunday-school age, play all morning in the more exclusive "Circles" and parks. He sees the young society belles and beaux dressed in riding breeches, crop in hand, congregating along Massachusetts Avenue ready for a Sun day morning gallop out into Rock Creek Park. All morning He sees the automobiles go by bound for the popular Sunday dinner at the Dower House. lie sees the street cars and the suburban ears packed and overflowing from the platform steps with pleasure seekers going for a picnic in the zoological gardens, or at the Great Falls of the Potomac, or out into Mary land. lie sees the University students lazily paddling their canoes along the canal or up the Potomac. And our own daughters and sisters who went to Washington at the call of patriotic duty to do war work, what are they doing Sunday morning? Some of them are loyally true to their colors, but hundreds of them who "back home" taught in Sunday School and led Christian Endeavor are too tired Sunday morning to go to Bible Class or even church. Sunday is their only day to wash and "marcel" their hair, and although Wash ington is an unusually clean city, this seems to be a weekly necessity. Sunday is their only day to launder pink crepe de chine, bits of garments, to write to their families, to read and otherwise "improve" themselves. We have all heard of the little boy whose family was moving from Missouri into Kansas and who, the last night in the old home knelt down and said: "Good-bye, God, we are go ing to leave Missouri. We are going to live in Kansas." Perhaps the people who leave the old home and the old church to sojourn a while in Washington aren't even that polite to God. They don't even consciously say good-bye to Him. They just forget all about Him. They feel vaguely that He will be waiting when they come back home. But while in Washing ton almost everybody takes a spiritual vaca tion. The Bible is left back home. The Sun day habits of a well-trained lifetime are left. The wife of a well known Senator started a week-day Bible study class two years ago in one of the palatial homes of the Capital. At the first meeting she asked to have some Bible references looked up in class. Among two hundred society women in attendance there were two Bibles. She asked that next week everyone bring her Bible. The next time the class met such an aggregation of brand-new, gilt-edged Bibles with their leaves all sticking together, was never seen before. There are so many places needing our money, why should we all be asked to help build a Church of the Pilgrims in Washington? There is the foreign field, there are Assembly's Home Missions, Synodical, Presbyterial and Congregational Home Missions. Why can't Washington build its own churches? Because for one thing there are practically no Wash ington residents. Every Senator claims to maintain Church relations "back home," the Cabinet members the same. Army and Navy people are stationed there for so brief a time, they usually say, "Well, we ought to be Meth odists," or "We ought to be Presbyterians, but we haven't got started to going to church here. We can't hope to be here very long." Ask a congressman to support a church in Washington, and he informs you that he pays pew rent back in Squeedunk, and can't keep it up at both places. Mrs. Congressman sends her thank offering also back to the Ladies' Mis sionary Society of Squeedunk. Nine years ago the Y. W. C. A. launched a whirlwind campaign in Washington to obtain funds to build an adequate Y. W. C. A. build ing for our national capital. Such campaigns have succeeded in any other city wherever at tempted in this country, but no one would eon tribute. Everyone claimed that he subscribed to the Y. M. and the Y. W. "back hom.\" After a terrific struggle they raised enough 1c buy a modest and retiring lot and that was all. Why should we build churches in Washing ton? Why do we do everything else? Who paves the streets in Washington? The land owner pays fifty per cent of the bill. The American taxpayer from Maine to Southern California pays the other half. Who builds the government buildings? Who builds the national museums and galleries, who erects the monuments to Grant and Lincoln, who plants the parks, who pays the Capitol police that Washington may be the best policed city in the country? Who foots the bills?. You and I, our husbands and brothers. It is not the Washington residents' capital, it is our capi tal, yours and mine. We have builded a mate rial capital of which we are justly proud. Who is to build the spiritual capital of our Christian country, if not you and I? Shall we be sat isfied that the exterior is lovely if the heart life of our nation's capital is not right in the sight of God? Where can we spend a dollar for the cause of Christ where it is more needed than in Washington? We must hold our lines, we must do more, we must advance in the foreign fields. Hut shall we let the insincerity of our religion at home undo the work of our conse crated missionaries? As individuals our Chris tianity is judged by the way we live at home, not by the way we pray in meeting. As a na tion our Christianity is judged, not by what we preach abroad, but by what we pactice at home. Shall we let another Chinese minister take back to his countrymen the same report of the insincerity of our Christian professions that Minister Wu Ting Fang, the Thomas Jef ferson of the Chinese Republic, took back after his long residence in our national capital? Shall we let them say, we export our religion because we have little use for it ourselves? Wellington Koo, the present minister from China, who holds a Ph. D. from Columbia Uni versity, who uses perhaps the most perfect, well-chosen, flexible English of any man alive, is very friendly toward the Christian religion. It was my pleasure to take two of our mission aries on different occasions to call on Minister Koo. He displayed not only Oriental courtesy, but sincere, lively interest in their work. Every Sunday he looks out upon just the scenes described above. Will he judge Christianity by the way it is preached in China or by the way it is practiced in Washington? There are perhaps fifty young Russians attached to the Russian embassy, wide awake, keen of judg ment. Through all the bloodshed of the past few years in Russia the Greek Orthodox Church has been tottering to its doom. Russia today is open to Protestant Christianity as never before in the world's history. What will these young men and women report of our Protestant Chistianity as witnessed by them in our Capital? What will the Japanese Am bassador have to report? What of the delegate in Congress from the Philippines, from Porto Rico ? Is it not true that as our love for our Saviour grows, giving becomes a necessity? Giving for llis sake comes to be like the very bread of life to us. Hread is a necessity. Hut we want more than the bare necessities of Christian ex perience. We want to enjoy the luxuries. We want butter on our bread and jam on our but ter. Our systematic benevolence is the bread, a necessity, glorious, occasional giving, over and above, is a luxury. On top of our regular gifts let us enjoy the luxury of giving to this most strategic field of labor. Let a fifty dollar share in the Pilgrim Church be the jam on the top of the butter on top of the bread of our regular giving. All we need is the faith to sign our names; God will provide the fifty dollars.