A Peaceful Invasion. 
You must have heard the grown-ups talk about 
invasion during the Great War. Some feared 
lest one day, quite suddenly, this island home of 
ours might be invaded by an army that was not 
on a peaceful errand. And so men, who were not 
in the ranks of the Army or Navy, spent many 
hours drilling and learning to shoot in order to 
defend their country should such an invasion ever 
be attempted. 
Now the missionary is an invader. He goes to 
other lands, and settles down amongst strange 
peoples, often — indeed, mostly — without being in- 
vited. But he is a peaceful invader. His gospel is 
not the gospel of forcey but the gospel of love. 
He arrives without rifle, sword, or soldier, armed 
only with the protection of God and faith in the 
power of the message he carries. The result is, he 
makes few enemies and many friends. 
Some of my most interesting memories of mis- 
sionary life belong to this kind of work. When 
the Rev. Robert Banham and I got to know for 
certain that Archibong Town — where Mr. Banham 
lived — was going to pass into the hands of the 
Germans, we told the townspeople the news. Most 
of them said they would not stay if the Germans 
came. We therefore decided the Mission would 
have to move too. So Mr. Banham and I got the 
boat ready, and started off one night on a long 
