Part 3 (2/2)

What man is there of you, if he had the power, would not banish sickness, sorrow, pain and death?

What man is there of you who, if he could, would not make every human being well and happy?

What then? What is the conclusion of the matter concerning you?

Simple enough--you have _the heart to do it, but not the power_.

What is the conclusion concerning this G.o.d of nature? _He has the power--but does not manifest the heart_.

What will you say of this G.o.d of nature in such a scheme?

What can you say but that your heart is better than the heart of the G.o.d which nature reveals?

Can you hear, understand and love a G.o.d like that?

Can you climb through nature up to nature's G.o.d and say, ”I have found him, I know him?”

You can climb up, but where will you find him?

You will find him wrapped in the black thundercloud or girded with the robe of the lightnings: You will find him the G.o.d who splits the earth in twain with the earthquake's riving blow, loosens the bands of the sea, sends tidal waves in surges of destruction, pours out the lava streams from the volcano's cone, as kings pour wine from an earthen cup, spilling the wine and breaking the cup; the G.o.d who turns an earthly paradise (like Messina) into a fire-smitten desert, and a city of the living into a cemetery of the unburied dead.

When your heart aches, will such a G.o.d care for you? Will his thunders console you? When your soul is dark, will his lightnings illumine it? When you yearn for love, will his inexorable law supply it?

Ah, sirs, without Christ you are without a G.o.d whom you can love, whom you can trust, to whom you can go, and in whose strength you can lie down and--at last--be folded in peace.

If Jesus Christ is not G.o.d, if the only G.o.d to whom you can go is the G.o.d of nature, then you might as well fall down in the sand at the base of the far Egyptian sphinx, open your eyes for a moment to the blue sky that spreads away to the horizon before its staring face, its cold, chiselled, inscrutable smile, and the next moment shut your eyes against the pelting dust the idle winds blow thither.

Ah! Nature is a sand-dune--and the G.o.d of nature is a Sphynx.

Do you care to kneel and wors.h.i.+p there?

If Jesus Christ be not G.o.d the disaster is not alone to him, but to you--to me.

If he were not G.o.d, then we are in a world where the very day is no better or brighter than a starless midnight.

If Jesus Christ were a good man, a supremely good man and a supremely intellectual man, then he was and is (as he claimed) Almighty G.o.d.

The New Testament says he was a supremely good, and a supremely intellectual man.

For two thousand years the most brilliant men in the world have corroborated this record by freely testifying that Jesus Christ was a supremely good and a supremely intellectual man; all this being so, I change the conditional form of the proposition to the indicative and declarative and now say:

Since Jesus Christ was a supremely good and a supremely intellectual man, he was, therefore (as he claimed), Almighty G.o.d.

He could not be a supremely good and a supremely intellectual man and claim to be G.o.d unless he were G.o.d.

Since he claimed to be G.o.d, therefore, he was G.o.d.

Yes; he was G.o.d.

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