with Jesus Christ. If, therefore, the idea of progress involves the
modern man's condescension to the Master as the outgrown seer of an
ancient day, the idea of progress has given Christianity an incurable
wound.
Before we surrender to such a popular interpretation of the meaning of
progress, we may well discriminate between two aspects of human life in
one of which we plainly have progressed, but in the other of which
progress is not so evident. In the Coliseum in ancient Rome centuries
ago, a group of Christians waited in the arena to be devoured by the
lions, and eighty thousand spectators watched their vigil. Those
Christians were plain folk--"not many mighty, not many noble"--and
every one of them could have escaped that brutal fate if he had been
willing to burn a little incense to the Emperor. Turn now to
ourselves, eighteen hundred years afterwards. We have had a long time
to outgrow the character and fidelity of those first Christians; do we
think that we have done so? As we imagine ourselves in their places,
are we ready with any glibness to talk about progress in character?
Those first Christians never had ridden in a trolley car; they never
had seen a subway; they never had been to a moving picture show; they
never had talked over a telephone. There are innumerable ways in which
we have progressed far beyond them. But character, fidelity, loyalty
to conscience and to God--are we sure of progress there?
To hear some people talk, one would suppose that progress is simply a
matter of chronology. That one man or generation comes in time after
another is taken as sufficient evidence that the latter has of course
superseded the earlier. Do we mean that because Tennyson came after
Shelly he is therefore the greater poet? What has chronology to do
with spiritual quality and creativeness, which always must rise from
within, out of the abysmal depths of personality? Professor Gilbert
Murray, thinking primarily in a realm outside religion altogether,
chastises this cheap and superficial claim of advance in spiritual life:
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