True to his Colours: The Life that Wears BestWilson, Theodore P.
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True to his Colours: The Life that Wears Best
Wilson, Theodore P.
Christian life -- Fiction; Temperance -- Fiction
"You know what I have been, Thomas," began Foster. "Well, I am not
ashamed now to confess that I never was really happy, nor satisfied with
my own creed. Spite of my conviction of my own superior knowledge, I
could not help acknowledging to my inward self that you were right and I
was wrong; at least, I saw that your creed did for you what my creed
could not do for me. It was very pleasant and flattering, of course, to
be looked up to as an oracle by the other members of my club, and to get
their applause when I said sharp things against religion and men whose
views differed from our own. But all the while I despised those very
companions of mine, and their praises; and, what's more, I despised
myself.
"And another thing--I had no real happiness at home, nor poor Kate
neither. I was disappointed in her--she won't mind my saying so now--
and she was disappointed in me. We had nothing to bind our hearts
together but a love which wanted a stronger cement than mere similarity
of tastes. Besides which--for I may as well speak out plainly now while
I'm about it--it was poor satisfaction to come home and find books lying
about, and scarce a spark of fire in the grate; no tea getting ready,
but, instead of it, twenty good reasons why things were not all straight
and comfortable. And these reasons were but a poor substitute for the
comforts that were not forthcoming, and only made matters worse. And if
there was neglect on her part, there was plenty of fault-finding on
mine. I was sharp and unreasonable; and then we both of us lost our
temper, and I was glad to seek other company, and began to care less and
less for my home, and more for the public-house and for the drink which
gives the inspiration to the conversation you meet with in such places.
"Sometimes things would go on a little better, but not for long. And
when we got to angry words with one another, we had no higher authority
than ourselves to appeal to when we would set one another right.
Thomas, I see this more plainly every day now. Freethinkers--would-be
atheists, like my former self--are at an immense disadvantage compared
with Christians in this respect. A Christian has a recognised,
infallible authority to which he can appeal--the will of his God, as set
forth in the Word of his God. When he differs from a fellow-Christian,
both can go to that authority, and abide by its decision. Christians
will do this if they are honest men, and really love one another. We
freethinkers have no such court of appeal. However, let that pass.
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