Christian life -- Fiction; City and town life -- Fiction; England -- Social conditions -- 20th century -- Fiction
“One man showed them the way. There have, at various times, been born
exceptional men through whom the spirit we call God has been able to
manifest itself, to speak aloud to men. Of all these, your Christ was
perhaps more than any of the others imbued with this spirit of God.
In Christ’s voice we recognize the voice of God. It is the voice we
hear within us, speaking to each of us individually. Christ’s one
commandment: ‘Love one another,’ is the commandment that God has
been whispering to us from the beginning of creation. Out of that
Commandment life sprang. Through that commandment alone can life be
made perfect. Love one another. It would solve every problem that has
plagued mankind since the dawn of the Eocene epoch. It would recall
man’s energies from the barren fields of strife to mutual labour for
the husbandry of all the earth. In the words of your prophet: ‘The
Wilderness be made glad, the desert rejoice and blossom as the rose.’
Why has man persisted in turning a deaf ear to this one supreme
commandment? Why does man persistently refuse to follow the one guide
who would lead him out of all his sorrows? To love is as easy as to
hate. Why does he set himself deliberately to cultivate the one and not
the other? There is no more reason for a French peasant hating a German
farm labourer, for a white man hating a brown man, for a Protestant
hating a Catholic, than for loving him. But our hate we take pains to
nourish, it is a part of our education. We teach it to our children.
At the altar of hate man is willing to make sacrifice; he will give to
his last penny. On the altar of hate the mother will consent to the
slaying of her own first-born. All things that are good come to man
through love. No man denies this. No man but seeks, within the circle
of his own home, to surround himself with love. Life without love is
every man’s fear. To gain and keep love man sacrifices his own ease and
comfort. To love is sweeter than to hate. Man watches himself, lest
by sloth or indifference he should let love die; plans and labours to
strengthen and increase love. If he would, he could love all men. If
man took the same pains to cultivate his will to love that he takes to
cultivate his will to hate, he could change the world.
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