Christian fiction; Neighborhoods -- Scotland -- Fiction
born in the stable of a village inn, we need not suppose because a man
sleeps under a haystack and is put in prison for it next day, that God
does not care for him."
"But why did Jesus come so poor, papa?"
"That he might be just a human baby. That he might not be distinguished
by this or by that accident of birth; that he might have nothing but a
mother's love to welcome him, and so belong to everybody; that from the
first he might show that the kingdom of God and the favour of God lie
not in these external things at all--that the poorest little one, born
in the meanest dwelling, or in none at all, is as much God's own and
God's care as if he came in a royal chamber with colour and shine all
about him. Had Jesus come amongst the rich, riches would have been more
worshipped than ever. See how so many that count themselves good
Christians honour possession and family and social rank, and I doubt
hardly get rid of them when they are all swept away from them. The
furthest most of such reach is to count Jesus an exception, and
therefore not despise him. See how, even in the services of the church,
as they call them, they will accumulate gorgeousness and cost. Had I my
way, though I will never seek to rouse men's thoughts about such
external things, I would never have any vessel used in the eucharist
but wooden platters and wooden cups."
"But are we not to serve him with our best?" said my wife.
"Yes, with our very hearts and souls, with our wills, with our absolute
being. But all external things should be in harmony with the spirit of
his revelation. And if God chose that his Son should visit the earth in
homely fashion, in homely fashion likewise should be everything that
enforces and commemorates that revelation. All church-forms should be
on the other side from show and expense. Let the money go to build
decent houses for God's poor, not to give them his holy bread and wine
out of silver and gold and precious stones--stealing from the
significance of the _content_ by the meretricious grandeur of the
_continent_. I would send all the church-plate to fight the devil with
his own weapons in our overcrowded cities, and in our villages where
the husbandmen are housed like swine, by giving them room to be clean
and decent air from heaven to breathe. When the people find the clergy
thus in earnest, they will follow them fast enough, and the money will
come in like salt and oil upon the sacrifice. I would there were a few
of our dignitaries that could think grandly about things, even as Jesus
thought--even as God thought when he sent him. There are many of them
willing to stand any amount of persecution about trifles: the same
enthusiasm directed by high thoughts about the kingdom of heaven as
within men and not around them, would redeem a vast region from that
indifference which comes of judging the gospel of God by the church of
Christ with its phylacteries and hems."
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