Here we touch the vital centre of the whole. On no subject does man
ever show himself so violently crazed as on religion. The gods of the
past, created by his fanatical imagination, were more or less the
deified types of his own vices, or symbols of such virtues as he feebly
strove to attain, but he had no real faith in their power to aid or to
circumvent his designs. Yet, in lunatic fashion, he behaved as if he
thought them omnipotent, though conscious all the while of the silly
comedy he was playing with himself. Now, after two thousand years of
the pure and beautiful Gospel of Christ which teaches how “god-in-man”
might be realised, a lesson to which has been added the strong
affirmation of Science, emphasising the fact that “God is a Spirit, and
they that worship Him must worship Him in spirit and in truth,” Man
still plays the crazed crank with dogma, and refuses to realise the
Actual Alive Intelligence behind creation, which, from the delicate
fluff of a small bird’s feather or moth’s wing, up to the height of
solar systems, works in perfection and balance to the exactitude of
a pin’s point. This living, loving Presence the dogmatists wellnigh
ignore, preferring to move in their own small orbit of creed rather
than risk the broader spaces of assured glory. The narrow spirit of
self-absorption not only limits their outlook, but holds them bound in
a condition of deplorable egotism, like that of an “unco guid” Scotch
body who, after accepting many useful kindnesses from a friend to whom
she “gushed” affection, changed her sentiments as soon as a slight
difference arose between them, and with much unctuous piety let it
be known that she was obliged to leave that once “precious” friend’s
name “out of her prayers”! The monstrous conceit that could imagine
God capable of noticing a name left out of a Scotchwoman’s prayers, or
out of any prayers whatsoever, would be ludicrous if it were not so
pitifully expressive of barbaric ignorance--and who shall count the
thousands of similar narrow mind and heart who have a lurking hope that
heaven is for them alone, and that their “dear friends” will all be
left out in the cold!
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