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He seemed not to hear me; but dropped his face in his hands. When he
raised it was clear again. "Now I can make things clearer perhaps,"
he said. "We had in our minds thirty years ago a strange hodge-podge of
old and new ideas. What was called God was still largely patterned after
the old tribal deity of the Hebrews. Our ideas of 'Sin' were still
mostly of the nature of disobedience--wrong only because we were told
not to do it. Sin as a personal offense against Somebody, and Somebody
very much offended; that was it. We were beginning to see something of
Social values, too, but not clearly. Our progress was in what we called
'The natural sciences'; and we did not think with the part of our minds
wherein we stored religion. Yet there was very great activity and
progress in religious thought; the whole field was in motion; the new
churches widening and growing in every direction; the older ones holding
on like grim death, trying not to change, and changing in spite of
themselves; and Ethics being taught indeed, but with no satisfying
basis. That's the kind of atmosphere you and I grew up in, John. Now
here was I, an ill-assorted team of impulses and characteristics,
prejudiced against religion, ignorant of real ethics, and generally
going to the devil--as we used to call it! You know how far down I
went--or something of it."
"Don't speak of it, Frank!" I said. "That was long ago; forget it, old
man!" But he turned toward me a smile of triumph.
"Forget it! I wouldn't forget one step of it if I could! Why, John, it's
because of my intimate knowledge of these down-going steps that I can
help other people up them!"
"You looked decidedly miserable just now, all the same, when you were
thinking them over."
"Oh, bless you, John, I wasn't thinking of myself at all! I was thinking
of the awful state of mind the world was in, and how it suffered! Of all
the horror and misery and shame; all that misplaced, unnecessary cruelty
we called punishment; the Dark Ages we were still in, in spite of all we
had to boast of. However, this new perception came."
I interrupted him.
"What came? Who came? Did you have a new revelation? Who did it? What do
you call it? Nobody seems to be able to give me definite information."
He smiled broadly. "You're a beautiful proof of the kind of mental
jumble I spoke of. Knowledge of evolution did not come by a revelation,
did it? Or did any one man, or two, give it to us? Darwin and Wallace
were not the only minds that helped to see and express that great idea;
and many more had to spread it. These great truths break into the
world-mind through various individuals, and coalesce so that we cannot
disconnect them. We have had many writers, preachers, lecturers, who
discoursed and explained; this new precept as to the relation between
man and God came with such a general sweep that no one even tries to
give personal credit for it. These things are not personal--they are
world-percepts."
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