Eurasians -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
If that libidinous, much-wived and wife murderer, Henry the Eighth,
could set up for himself in founding a church, why cannot other men of
better morals and less exceptional tastes start a society, a church, a
denomination? To go further back: If Constantine, who “drowned his wife
in boiling water, butchered his little nephew, murdered two of his
brothers-in-law with his own hand, killed his own son Crispus, led to
death several men and women and smothered in a well an old monk,” and
yet was the distinguished patron, and one of the founders of the
Christian church, cannot others whose hands have never been stained with
blood dare to think and act for themselves?
Much might be said of the bigotry and assumption of some classes of
people who claim like the egotistical, over-bearing Jews of old, that
they are the elect, the chosen people of God and all the rest of mankind
are to be subdued, exterminated, unless they fall into the ways and
accept the creeds and ceremonies of these self-assumed religious rulers
of the world; claiming that “God’s actual grace is limited to those who
are within the church and have the faith,” meaning thereby their little
church and their very doubtful faith, and boldly inscribe on their
portals, “Beware of imitations; here is the only genuine article;” that
there is no truth, except what is seen under their little ecclesiastical
microscopes.
What of the wisdom, justice and mercy of God in creating fifteen hundred
millions of people now living, not to consider the infinite number
passed away, if He only saves the few poor unworthy Christians, as they
style themselves, and hands over the vast majority to some omnipotent
demon to torture forever and forever, as the Christians teach?
Has God so badly bodged His work, or are these people mistaken? What
gods some of these little ecclesiastics would be if they could have
their own way! Their assumption of divine authority and wisdom reminds
one of the remark of a French critic, “The fact is, only I and my
friends possess any real knowledge, and I am not so sure concerning
them.”
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