"Considering the day and the occasion," said my friend to us, "I forbore
to argue, or to press the good man by asking him if the 'seventh-day
Sabbath' people had not the advantage of him as to greater consistency
in their Protestantism; or, whether the church-membership of females was
anywhere in black and white on the surface of the Bible. As to his
going to the antipodes, to get clear of Romish principles and practices,
I was strongly tempted to say that, to avoid being one of the acids, it
surely was not necessary, nor best, to become an alkali. But having
often reflected how God uses one and another sect, and its set of
principles and practices, to correct evils, by their sharp antagonism,
and to restore a balance to ecclesiastical disorders by allowing some to
go, for a while, to an opposite extreme, I did not find it in my heart
to inveigh, nor to upbraid. It also seemed good to be in a land of
liberty, where even Christians could, from a sense of duty to Christ, if
they chose, fence out their acknowledged brethren and sisters from their
table. There are great inconveniences, and, now and then, hardships,
resulting from it; but our friends, of course, suppose that greater
good, on the whole, than evil, is the consequence, apart from
considerations of duty. But I know of a congregation, in a small place,
who have had public worship for several years, but have not had the
Lord's Supper administered, because they cannot agree as to terms of
communion."
"Well," said I, "tell us what you did in the afternoon."
"In the afternoon," he continued, "I went to meeting, and, when the
ordinance was to be administered, I took a seat in a pew alone. I
watched to see which aisle the good deacon would serve, and concluded to
sit there, so as not to seem clandestinely seeking from another deacon,
who would not know me, my inhibited bread; for I wished to be honorable
in the transaction, and, besides, I desired that my friend should see
me, and, if he had changed his mind, give me the symbols. So I sat where
he would pass, in a pew by myself, but he did not look at me."
"How did it make you feel?" said I.
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