Part 33 (1/2)

”I have just heard something that I wish to talk with you about. There is hope for our poor friend.”

”For Mr. Ridley?” asked Mrs. Birtwell, catching the excitement of her visitor.

”Yes, and G.o.d grant that it may not be a vain hope!” he added, with a prayer in his heart as well as upon his lips.

They sat down and the clergyman went on:

”I have had little or no faith in any of the efforts which have been made to reform drunkenness, for none of them, in my view, went down to the core of the matter. I know enough of human nature and its depravity, of the power of sensual allurement and corporeal appet.i.te, to be very sure that pledges, and the work usually done for inebriates in the asylums established for their benefit, cannot, except in a few cases, be of any permanent good. No man who has once been enslaved by any inordinate appet.i.te can, in my view, ever get beyond the danger of re-enslavement unless through a change wrought in him by G.o.d, and this can only take place after a prayerful submission of himself to G.o.d and obedience to his divine laws so far as lies in his power. In other words, Mrs. Birtwell, the Church must come to his aid. It is for this reason that I have never had much faith in temperance societies as agents of personal reformation. To lift up from any evil is the work of the Church, and in her lies the only true power of salvation.”

”But,” said Mrs. Birtwell, ”is not all work which has for its end the saving of man from evil G.o.d's work? It is surely not the work of an enemy.”

”G.o.d forbid that I should say so. Every saving effort, no matter how or when made, is work for G.o.d and humanity. Do not misunderstand me. I say nothing against temperance societies. They have done and are still doing much good, and I honor the men who organize and work through them. Their beneficent power is seen in a changed and changing public sentiment, in efforts to reach the sources of a great and destructive evil, and especially in their conservative and restraining influence.

But when a man is overcome of the terrible vice against which they stand in battle array, when he is struck down by the enemy and taken prisoner, a stronger hand than theirs is needed to rescue him, even the hand of G.o.d; and this is why I hold that, except in the Church, there is little or no hope for the drunkard.”

”But we cannot bring these poor fallen creatures into the Church,”

answered Mrs. Birtwell. ”They shun its doors. They stand afar off.”

”The Church must go to them,” said Mr. Elliott--”go as Christ, the great Head of the Church, himself went to the lowest and the vilest, and lift them up, and not only lift them up, but encompa.s.s them round with its saving influences.”

”How is this to be done?” asked Mrs. Birtwell.

”That has been our great and difficult problem; but, thank G.o.d! it is, I verily believe, now being solved.”

”How? Where?” eagerly asked Mrs. Birtwell. ”What Church has undertaken the work?”

”A Church not organized for wors.h.i.+p and spiritual culture, but with a single purpose to go into the wilderness and desert places in search of lost sheep, and bring them, if possible, back to the fold of G.o.d. I heard of it only to-day, though for more than a year it has been at work in our midst. Men and women of nearly every denomination have joined in the organization of this church, and are working together in love and unity. Methodists, Episcopalians, Baptists, Presbyterians, Swedenborgians, Congregationalists, Universalists and Unitarians, so called, here clasp hands in a common Christian brotherhood, and give themselves to the work of saving the lost and lifting up the fallen.”

”Why do you call it a Church?” asked Mrs. Birtwell.

”Because it was founded in prayer to G.o.d, and with the acknowledgment that all saving power must come from him. Men of deep religious experience whose hearts yearned over the hapless condition of poor drunkards met together and prayed for light and guidance. They were willing to devote themselves to the task of saving these unhappy men if G.o.d would show them the way. And I verily believe that he has shown them the way. They have established a _Christian Home_, not a mere inebriate asylum.”

As he spoke Mr. Elliott drew a paper from his pocket.

”Let me read you,” he said, ”a few sentences from an article giving an account of the work of this Church, as I have called it. I only met with it to-day, and I am not sure that it would have taken such a hold upon me had it not been for my concern about Mr. Ridley.

”The writer says, 'In the treatment of drunkenness, we must go deeper than hospital or asylum work. This reaches no farther than the physical condition and moral nature, and can therefore be only temporary in its influence. We must awaken the spiritual consciousness, and lead a man too weak to stand in his own strength when appet.i.te, held only in abeyance, springs back upon him to trust in G.o.d as his only hope of permanent reformation. First we must help him physically, we must take him out of his debas.e.m.e.nt, his foulness and his discomfort, and surround him with the influences of a home. Must get him clothed and in his right mind, and make him feel once more that he has sympathy--is regarded as a man full of the n.o.blest possibilities--and so be stimulated to personal effort. But this is only preliminary work, such as any hospital may do. The real work of salvation goes far beyond this; it must be wrought in a higher degree of the soul--even that which we call spiritual. The man must be taught that only in Heaven-given strength is there any safety. He must be led, in his weakness and sense of degradation, to G.o.d as the only one who can lift him up and set his feet in a safe place. Not taught this as from pulpit and platform, but by earnest, self-denying, sympathizing Christian men and women standing face to face with the poor repentant brother, and holding him tightly by the hand lest he stumble and fall in his first weak efforts to walk in a better way. And this is just the work that is now being done in our city by a Heaven-inspired inst.i.tution not a year old, but with accomplished results that are a matter of wonder to all who are familiar with its operations.”

Mrs. Birtwell leaned toward Mr. Elliott as he read, the light of a new hope irradiating her countenance.

”Is not this a Church in the highest and best sense?” asked Mr.

Elliott, with a glow of enthusiasm in his voice.

”It is; and if the members.h.i.+p is not full, I am going to join it,”

replied Mrs. Birtwell, ”and do what I can to bring at least one straying sheep out of the wilderness and into its fold.”

”And I pray G.o.d that your work be not in vain,” said the clergyman. ”It is that I might lead you to this work that I am now here. Some of the Christian men and women whose names I find here”--Mr. Elliott referred to the paper in his hand--”are well known to me personally, and others by reputation.”

He read them over.