8. He felt passionate about helping and
supporting the poor and would
spend hours listening to people after
his services.
9. Army Chaplain in the
First World War (1915)
Began writing poems
that were as
passionate as his
sermons in St Pauls.
17. They gave me this name like
their nature,
Compacted of laughter and
tears,
A sweet that was born of the
bitter,
A joke that was torn from
the years.
Their name! Let me hear it--the
symbol
Of unpaid--unpayable debt,
For the men to whom I owed
God's Peace,
I put off with a cigarette.
19. Yet men are dying, dying soul and body,
Cursing the God who gave to them
their birth,
Sick of the world with all its sham and
shoddy,
Sick of the lies that darken all the earth.
20. Peace we were pledged, yet blood is ever
flowing,
Where on the earth has Peace been ever
found?
Men do but reap the harvest of their sowing,
Sadly the songs of human reapers sound.
22. “War is only glorious
when you buy it in the
Daily Mail and enjoy it
at the breakfast table. It
goes splendidly with
bacon and eggs. Real
war is the final limit of
damnable brutality, and
that’s all there is in it.”
23. “ He cracked jokes,
laughed with
them, sat on the
edge of the
speaking platform
with his legs
dangling, and used
salty language.”
25. ‘a box of fags in
your haversack,
and a great deal of
love in your heart’
26. ‘You can pray with
them sometimes;
but pray for them
always’
27. A soldier challenged him, asking who he was,
and he said "The church."
When the soldier asked what the church was
doing out there, he replied "Its job."
28. “I wish we could have got those chaps down.
It was murder to attempt it though. That poor
lad, all blown to bits – I wonder who he was.
God, it’s awful. The glory of war, what utter
blather it all is ...”
29. WASTE
Waste of Muscle, waste of Brain,
Waste of Patience, waste of Pain,
Waste of Manhood, waste of Health,
Waste of Beauty, waste of Wealth,
Waste of Blood, and waste of Tears,
Waste of Youth’s most precious years.
Waste of Glory, waste of God,– War!
30. Despite being a chaplain to the king,
Revd Studdert Kennedy proved he was
no establishment figure by becoming a
fierce critic of the hardships faced by
returning soldiers.
32. "We let him work himself
to death… he gave his life
for us".