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ideal, as all mortal achievements do, al Council of the Brotherhood Movewas nothing short of stupendous. Those ment, which gave me so warm a welwho know the scene from this side have come in 1916, tendered me a parting an honorable pride in the President; dinner an hour which I can neither and though his fight should cost him describe nor forget. Dr. Clifford his life, when the story is finally told he veteran soldier in the wars of God will stand alongside another who went presided, and his presence was a bene ‘the way of dominion in pitiful, high- diction. Looking back over my three hearted fashion' to his martyrdom. He years and a half in London, I can truly falls where a brave man should fall, at say that, though I did not want to come, the front, as much a casualty of the war and would not have come at all but for as any soldier who fell in Flanders or the war, I do not regret that I did come the Argonne.
save for the scenes of horror and November 11. — Sunday evening, the suffering, which I pray God to be able 9th, was my last service as the Minister to forget. Nor do I regret leaving, of the City Temple, and the sermon though my ministry has been a triumph had for its text Revelation 3: 14 from the beginning, in spite of many ‘These things saith the Amen.' It was errors of my own added to the terrible an effort to interpret that old, familiar, conditions under which it was wrought. haunting word, — the Amen of God to As long as I live I shall carry in my the aspiration of man, and the Amen of heart the faces of my dear friends in man to the way and will of God, – England, and especially the love and seeking to make vivid that vision which loyalty of the people of the City Temsees through the shadows, and affirms, ple — the memory of their kindness is not that all is well, nor yet that all is ill, like sacramental wine in the Cup of but that all shall be well when ‘God Everlasting Things. Perhaps, on the hath made the pile complete.' Its nes- other side of the sea, because I now sage was that, when humanity sees know the spirit and point of view of what has been the Eternal Purpose both peoples, I may be able to help from the beginning, and the 'far-off forward the great friendship. divine event to which the whole crea- November 14. - Hung in my memory tion moves,' the last word of history are many pictures of the beauty-spots will be a grand Amen - a shout of of this Blessed Island: glens in the praise, the final note of the great world- Highlands of Scotland; the banks and song. To-day, at noon, all over the braes o’ bonny Doon’; stately old catheEmpire, everything paused for two drals, – strong, piteous, eloquent, minutes, in memory of the dead. The sheltering the holy things of life; the City Temple was open and many peo- towers and domes of Oxford; Stoke ple gathered for that moment of silent, Poges on a still summer day; the roses high remembrance; and that hushed of Westcliff; the downs of Wiltshire, moment was my farewell to the great where Walton went a-fishing and Herwhite pulpit, and to a ministry wrought bert preached the gospel — and pracin the name of Jesus in behalf of good- tised it, too; Rottingdean-on-the-Sea; will speaking with stammering voice scenes of the Shakespeare country those truths which will still be eloquent the church, the theatre, the winding when all the noises of to-day have Avon; the old Quaker Meeting-house followed the feet that made them, into in Buckinghamshire, where Penn and Silence.
Pennington sleep; the mountains of November 12. — To-night the Nation- North Wales; great, gray London, in
all its myriad moods: London in the dome of St. Paul's; London from the fog, the mist, the rain; London by Savoy in October, seen through a lattice moonlight; the old, rambling city whose of falling leaves, while a soft haze hangs charm gathers and grows, weaving a over the River of Years. It is said that, spell which one can neither define nor if one lives in London five years, he will escape; London from Primrose Hill on
never be quite happy anywhere else – a clear, frosty day; London from the and I am leaving it just in time!
BY JOSEPH AUSLANDER
WORDS with the freesia's wounded scent I know,
And there are words that strain like April hedges
LETTERS OF A PANTHEIST AND A CHURCHMAN
(IF the pantheistic philosophy of life, a Hell.' For that is but a step. And the which has been with honest conviction next step must be a realization of the developed and expounded by John Bur- absurdity of the concept that imperroughs, has been unsettling to the peace sonal, unreasoning, blind Nature, which and the beliefs of many good persons, Burroughs finds merciless and cruel which I much fear is the case, it is com- as well as good, and finds to be all he fortable to feel - as I do after a study can conceive of God, can be itself the of it made since, about eighteen months author of the marvelous and inexoago, this brief correspondence was ex- rable laws by which it is confessedly changed with him — that it is a whole- driven. some unsettlement! Because we are not No; I have an abiding faith that we going to stop with it.
shall march forward, away beyond If mankind, whether now of Chris- him, first clearing the path of doubts tian, of Mohammedan, of Buddhist, of such as he raises, that hold back our Agnostic, or of other persuasion, know- thinkers, and of pearly gates and iming too well the incongruities of prac- maculate conceptions that hold back tice in all of those persuasions, shall in our unthinking; and shall know that time take to heart the Burroughs philos- out of an unreasoning and impersonal ophy against superstition and sham, Nature cannot have been developed against miracles and mysticism, it as- blindly a highly reasoning, dominating, suredly can, without material halt in if sinful, race of beings. And if our God its progress to the light, consider with is not unreasoning and impersonal, him whether 'we create a Creator, we then it is fair to believe Him reasoning rule a Ruler, we invent a Heaven and and personal. — HERBERT D. MILES.)
(From Herbert D. Miles) ed me not a whit, as my conception of
ASHEVILLE, N.C., October 27, 1919. him, rightly or wrongly, has always Since reading your recent article, I been upon a different plane from my have desired, and have several times re- respect for you. But since reading your sisted an impulse, to write you; I have statements it has seemed, unhappily, as hesitated, believing that you may have if the Anchor to all that makes for hope been annoyed by many a thoughtless beyond this life had suddenly been cut critic or disputant. I am an ordinary, away. . average American business man, with It
well be that I have not comsuch a man's inferior powers of analysis prehended the full meaning and intent when compared with your own. Had the of your article. The impression it gave statements made by you in the article me was, that you feel that it is rather in question been made in something childish in humankind to pray; to look written by the late Robert Ingersoll, to a sort of all-wise Father; to believe for example, they would have disturb- that any Power, higher than we are,
cares for us individually; that in doing ethical part of Christtanity, which harthis, we are setting up a sort of Golden monizes with Science, will endure. Its Calf for ourselves; and that there is but legend must perish. a slight and refined difference between 'Church bells and good Sunday rai
(From Herbert D. Miles) ment' and the ceremonies of the
ASHEVILLE, N.C., November 6, 1919. heathen; that Jesus Christ, and all that
Thank you for your very clear letter he has meant, is merely the product of of the 30th October. It answers my inan Oriental imagination and idealism, quiry perfectly, and I am sure that you written, some generations after, into do not wish from me any attempt to the presumably established fact of his dissuade you from your position, even life and crucifixion.
should I have the temerity to attempt If it is not asking too much, will you such a thing. But I do feel that I pos
. I let me know whether my interpretation sibly have a more or less fortunate deof you, as above expressed, is substan- tachment, in that I have not read any tially true?
of your former papers pertaining to re
ligion, nor on the other hand have I (From John Burroughs)
indulged in the reading of any books, RIVERBY, N.Y., October 30, 1919. higher criticisms, or papers of a controI suppose my paper, to which you versial nature defending either broad or refer, is capable of the interpretation narrow views of Christianity. So I beyou place upon it. I have enough such lieve it possible that we might find a essays to make a volume. Did you see common ground and even concede each one called 'Shall we accept the Uni- other something - which might do verse?' In all these papers I attempt to
each of us good. justify the ways of God to man on nat- I wonder if you have ever asked yourural grounds. If you attempt to do it self whether our civilization would get on theological grounds you get hope- us anywhere if we were all Pantheists, lessly mired. I'am a Pantheist. The like you? It seems to me that, as we only God I know is the one I see daily cannot all be distinguished naturalists, and hourly all about me. I do not and and cannot all have your firmness of cannot separate Nature and God. If character, those of us who are merely you make two of them, then who made average men would be apt to be wholly and rules Nature? My God is no better without an ‘Anchor' save human law; and no worse than Nature.
and as we make human law, that would Of the hereafter I have no concep- easily become changed. We should tion. This life is enough for me. The have a feeling of 'after us, the deluge'; Christianity you believe in is a whining, and license, rather than self-control, of simpering, sentimental religion. The the majority, would rule. religion of the old Greeks was much And I wonder if you state more than more brave and manly. Christianity a half-truth when you say that the turns its back on Nature and relegates Christian religion is a simpering, sentiit to the Devil. I am done with the re- mental thing, and that the religion of ligion of Kings and Despots. We must the ancient Greeks was much more have a religion of democracy, and find brave and manly? I know professing the divine in the common, the univer- teachers of our Christian religion to-day sal, the near-at-hand. Such is the reli- who are as brave and manly as any gion of Science. The Christian myths Greek who ever lived; I have no doubt
I have had their day. Only the moral and there were simpering sentimentalists in
ancient Athens. Indeed, as you know, old sails of childlike faith and inspiring traSocrates encountered some. I would as
dition must be furled, if I am not to drift soon admire the religion of a tiger, if it
upon the shoals of Doubt. I must have an comes to that; the tiger is as brave as,
anchor to my belief in God and in Immorand less sensual than, the old Greek.
tality, that shall make it unassailable by
Atheist or Agnostic, unshakable by DogIf I knew you better, I might make
matist or Pharisee, understandable by Child fun of your saying that you are done or Hottentot; that will encourage me to with the religion of Kings and Despots.
pray. Plenty of these in history, you will re- I know that the Seed is the child of the call upon reflection, were essentially Flower, as much as the Flower is the child Pantheists. I know you are thinking of the Seed: in each is life; in each is death. of the recent war - after quoting the I know that power is given the Sun to transGreeks, who were never at peace! I
mit its light and heat; to the Moon to draw agree with you that the Christian myths
our great oceans; to Man to think and to have had their day.
dominate; to the Bird to sing and to fly; to
the infinitesimal Pneumococcus to destroy You say you cannot separate Nature
our bodies; it is unthinkable that all of this and God; if we make two of them, you
can be self-made. ask, then who made and rules Nature?
I know then, that a Higher Power does The obvious answer is, ‘God.' Surely reign, stronger than its own creations; indeyou, of all persons, respect Nature too structible by them, and so immortal. I know much to believe it capable of making it
that this Higher Power operates only self? And are you not, indeed, unfair, through Law; that — though it seem cruel when you say that 'Christianity turns
- law, being higher, takes precedence over its back on Nature and relegates it to
life; as sacrifice, being higher, takes precedthe Devil'? How does that look to you,
ence over self-preservation.
I know that the Man of Sorrows, whether in quotation marks? Is the teaching of
divine or human, was not a myth; that his Christ's brotherhood turning our back doctrine of brotherhood has gone farther upon Nature? Or are you in this refer- and deeper than that of any other teacher, ring merely to Christian myths, or fail- and is truer. I know that our Bible, whether ures? Did Roosevelt turn his back upon or not more than an imperfect, Oriental, Nature — and was he a Pantheist? man-made exposition of the law and hisBefore I heard from you, I kept turn
tory, is for the most part an inspiring and a ing over in my mind, 'What have I
beautiful thing. Each must take that as
does him most good, but must not make left, as an “Anchor,” after stripping all
doubts of it, or of the common sense of myth and sentiment and unanalytic be
some of its devout acceptors, an excuse for lief from Christian theory and prac- pride, or for abstinence from worship or tice?' As a result, I wrote for myself from prayer. the enclosed, entitled 'My Anchor.' I I believe, through deduction from what I hope you can agree with it, and that it know, that the Higher Power, called God, may even modify some of your precon
and dreamed of in all lands, among all ceived conclusions; you are, I know, too races, at all time in some form plural or big a man to receive it with other than singular, does assume to us, as pledged
for him by the Man of Sorrows, a relation of an open mind and heart.
Fatherhood. I cannot know how be qualiMY ANCHOR
fies this to the very young, the savage, or
the misguided. It does not matter. I beI MUST HAVE AN ANCHOR. In the midst of lieve that this gift makes natural and logical cold storms of skepticism and realism, my both prayer and a hope of a share in his love little ship of life must be stripped to the and immortality. bare mast of indisputable Fact; my good THIS IS MY ANCHOR.