That Printer of Udell's: A Story of the Middle WestWright, Harold Bell
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That Printer of Udell's: A Story of the Middle West
Wright, Harold Bell
Christian fiction; Middle West -- Fiction; Printers -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
"Preacher or no preacher, it's the truth," he replied excitedly. "Let
me forget that I belong to the class that has produced such a thing
as this kind of religion, and remember that I am only a man. If the
ministers in this city cared half as much for the salvation of souls
and the teaching of Christ, as they do for their own little theories
and doctrines, the world could not hold such a churchified hypocrite
as Adam Goodrich, and girls would not go wrong as that poor child did.
The Rev. Hartzell, D. D., is the cause; and if you go down on Fourth
Street, or East Third you can see the effect; egotism, bigotry,
selfishness, man-made doctrines and creeds in the pulpit; saloons and
brothels on the street; church doors closed over a mawkish
sentimentality, and men and women dying without shelter and without
God. Truly we need a preacher, with a wilderness training like John
the Baptist who will show us the way of the Lord, rather than a thousand
theological, hot-house posies, who will show us only the opinions of
the authorities." And the Rev. James tramped up and down the kitchen,
speaking with all the vehemence of a political spellbinder, until his
wife caught him by the coat and insisted that she wanted to be kissed.
When that operation was successfully performed, she said, "Now run
away to your study, dear, and don't bother about this just now. You're
excited." And the preacher went, of course.
Though expressing themselves as very much alarmed over the situation,
and the condition of the churches, the members of the Ministerial
Association went no farther in the matter than the discussions at their
regular meetings and private talks from time to time. It would be hard
to give a reason why this was so if Cameron's criticism were not true;
but so it certainly was. Cameron, however, was much wrought up. He did
not in the least mind the Rev. Hartzell's opinion of himself or his
work, and cared not one whit that he had been prevented from expressing
himself to his brethren. He did care, however, for the work itself,
regardless of the preachers, and the train of thought which he had so
often followed was stirred afresh in his mind by the incident. With
his heart so full of the matter it was not at all strange that he
should preach another of his characteristic sermons on what he called
"Applied Christianity." His house was crowded, as it always was on
Sunday evenings, largely with young men and women, though many business
men were in attendance.
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