Unveiling a Parallel: A RomanceJones, Alice Ilgenfritz
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Unveiling a Parallel: A Romance
Jones, Alice Ilgenfritz
Feminist fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction; Utopian fiction
"Yes," he replied, "I believe in them; for though walls and stained
windows shut out the physical glories of the world, they do not blind
the eyes of the spirit. And if there is one in the pulpit who has
absorbed enough of the attributes of God into his soul to stand as an
interpreter to the people, it is better than waiting outside. Then,
too, there is grandeur in the coming together of a multitude to
worship in oneness of spirit. And all things are better when shared
with others. I believe that art should bring its best treasures to
adorn the temples of worship, and that music should voice this supreme
adoration. But in this matter, we should be careful not to limit God
in point of locality. What does the saying mean, 'I asked for bread,
and ye gave me a stone?' I think it might mean, for one thing, 'I
asked where to find God, and you pointed to a building.' The finite
mind is prone to worship its own creations of God. There are ignorant
races upon this planet,--perhaps also upon yours,--who dimly recognize
Deity in this way; they bring the best they have of skill in
handiwork, to the making of a pitiful image to represent God; and
then, forgetting the motive, they bow down to the image. We call that
idolatry. But it is hard even for the enlightened to avoid this sin."
He paused a moment and then went on:
"I cannot comprehend the importance you seem to place upon the forms
and symbols, nor in what way they relate to religion, but they may
have some temporary value, I can hardly judge of that. Baptism, you
say, is a token and a symbol, but do a people so far advanced in
intelligence and perception, still require tokens and symbols? And can
you not, even yet, separate the spiritual meaning of Christ's words
from their literal meaning? You worship the man--the God, if you
will,--instead of that for which he stood. He himself was a symbol, he
stood for the things he wished to teach. 'I am the truth,' 'I am the
life.' Do you not see that he meant, 'I am the exponent of truth, I
teach you how to live; hearken unto me.' In those days in which he
lived, perhaps, language was still word-pictures, and the people whom
he taught could not grasp the abstract, hence he used the more
forcible style, the concrete. He could not have made this clearer,
than in those remarkable words, 'Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one
of the least of these, my brethren, ye have done it unto me.'"
"I know," I replied, as he paused for some response from me; "my
intellect accepts your interpretation of these things, but this
symbolic religion of ours is ingrained in our very consciences, so
that neglect of the outward forms of Christianity seems almost worse
than actual sin."
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