The House of Quiet: An AutobiographyBenson, Arthur Christopher
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The House of Quiet: An Autobiography
Benson, Arthur Christopher
Country life -- England -- Fiction; English fiction -- 20th century; Invalids -- Fiction
“Well,” said Mr. Cuthbert, “their sanction is practically divine. We read
that in the last days spent by our Lord in His glorified nature on the
earth, He ‘spake to them of the things concerning the Kingdom of God.’
I myself think it is only reasonable to suppose that He was laying down
the precise ceremonial that He wished should attend the worship of His
Kingdom. I do not think that extravagant.”
“But,” I said, “was not the whole tenor of His teaching against such
ceremonial precision? Did He not for His Sacraments choose the simplest
and humblest actions of daily life—eating and drinking? Was He not always
finding fault with the Pharisees for forgetting spiritual truth in their
zeal for tradition and practice?”
“Yes,” said Mr. Cuthbert, “for _forgetting_ the weightier matters of the
law; but He approved of their ceremonial. He said: ‘These ought ye to
have done, and not to have left the other undone.’”
“I believe myself,” I said, “that He felt they should have obeyed their
conscience in the matter; but surely the whole of the teaching of the
Gospel is to loose human beings from tyranny of detail, and to teach them
to live a simple life on great principles?”
“I cannot agree,” said Mr. Cuthbert. “The instinct for reverence, for the
reverent and seemly expression of spiritual feeling, for the symbolic
representation of spiritual feeling, for the symbolic representation of
divine truths is a depreciated one, but a true one; and this instinct He
graciously defined, fortified, and consecrated; and I believe that the
Church was following the true guidance of the Spirit in the matter, when
it slowly built up the grand and massive fabric of Catholic practice and
tradition.”
“But,” I said, “who are the Church? There are a great many people who
feel the exact opposite of what you maintain—and true Christians too.”
“They are grievously mistaken,” said Mr. Cuthbert, “and suffer an
irreparable loss.”
“But who is to decide?” I said, a little nettled.
“A General Œcumenical Council would be competent to do so,” said Mr.
Cuthbert.
“Do you mean of the Anglican Communion?” I said.
“Oh dear, no,” said Mr. Cuthbert. “The Anglican Communion indeed! No;
such a Council must have representatives of all Churches who have
received and maintain the Divine succession.”
“But,” said I, “you must know that the thing is impossible. Who could
summon such a Council, and who would attend it?”
“That is not my business,” said Mr. Cuthbert; “I do not want any such
Council. I am sure of my position; it is only you and others who wish
to sacrifice the most exquisite part of Christian life who need such a
solution. I am content with what I know; and humbly and faithfully I
shall attempt as far as I can to follow the dictates of my conscience in
the matter to endeavor to bring it home to the consciences of my flock.”
I felt I could not carry the argument further without loss of temper; but
it was surprising to me how I continued to like, and even to respect, the
man.
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