Part 2 (1/2)

I suppose the real meaning of this doctrine is, that Presbyterians are just as sure of going to heaven as all other folks are of going to h.e.l.l.

The real idea being, that it all depends upon the will of G.o.d, and not upon the character of the person to be d.a.m.ned or saved; that G.o.d has the weakness to send Presbyterians to Paradise, and the justice to doom the rest of mankind to eternal fire.

It is admitted that no unconverted brain can see the least particle of sense in this doctrine; that it is abhorrent to all who have not been the recipients of a ”new heart;” that only the perfectly good can justify the perfectly infamous.

It is contended that the saints do not persevere of their own free will--that they are ent.i.tled to no credit for persevering; but that G.o.d forces them to persevere, while on the other hand, every crime is committed in accordance with the secret will of G.o.d, who does all things for his own glory.

Compared with this doctrine, there is no other idea, that has ever been believed by man, that can properly be called absurd.

Twelfth, With having spoken and written somewhat lightly of the idea of converting the heathen with doctrinal sermons.

Of all the failures of which we have any history or knowledge, the missionary effort is the most conspicuous. The whole question has been decided here, in our own country, and conclusively settled. We have nearly exterminated the Indians, but we have converted none. From the days of John Eliot to the execution of the last Modoc, not one Indian has been the subject of irresistible grace or particular redemption.

The few red men who roam the western wilderness have no thought or care concerning the five points of Calvin. They are utterly oblivious to the great and vital truths contained in the Thirty-nine Articles, the Saybrook platform, and the resolutions of the Evangelical Alliance. No Indian has ever scalped another on account of his religious belief. This of itself shows conclusively that the missionaries have had no effect.

Why should we convert the heathen of China and kill our own? Why should we send missionaries across the seas, and soldiers over the plains?

Why should we send bibles to the east and muskets to the west? If it is impossible to convert Indians who have no religion of their own; no prejudice for or against the ”eternal procession of the Holy Ghost,” how can we expect to convert a heathen who has a religion; who has plenty of G.o.ds and bibles and prophets and Christs, and who has a religious literature far grander than our own? Can we hope with the story of Daniel in the lions' den to rival the stupendous miracles of India? Is there anything in our bible as lofty and loving as the prayer of the Buddhist? Compare your ”Confession of Faith” with the following: ”Never will I seek nor receive private individual salvation--never enter into final peace alone; but forever and everywhere will I live and strive for the universal redemption of every creature throughout all worlds. Until all are delivered, never will I leave the world of sin, sorrow, and struggle, but will remain where I am.”

Think of sending an average Presbyterian to convert a man who daily offers this tender, this infinitely generous, this incomparable prayer.

Think of reading the 109th Psalm to a heathen who has a bible of his own in which is found this pa.s.sage: ”Blessed is that man and beloved of all the G.o.ds, who is afraid of no man, and of whom no man is afraid.”

Why should you read even the New Testament to a Hindu, when his own Chrishna has said, ”If a man strike thee, and in striking drop his staff, pick it up and hand it to him again”? Why send a Presbyterian to a Sufi, who says, ”Better one moment of silent contemplation and inward love, than seventy thousand years of outward wors.h.i.+p”? ”Whoso would carelessly tread one worm that crawls on earth, that heartless one is darkly alienate from G.o.d; but he that, living, embraceth all things in his love, to live with him G.o.d bursts all bounds above, below.”

Why should we endeavor to thrust our cruel and heartless theology upon one who prays this prayer: ”O G.o.d, show pity toward the wicked; for on the good thou hast already bestowed thy mercy by having created them virtuous”?

Compare this prayer with the curses and cruelties of the Old Testament--with the infamies commanded and approved by the being whom we are taught to wors.h.i.+p as a G.o.d--and with the following tender product of Presbyterianism: ”It may seem absurd to human wisdom that G.o.d should harden, blind, and deliver up some men to a reprobate sense; that he should first deliver them over to evil, and then condemn them for that evil; but the believing spiritual man sees no absurdity in all this, knowing that G.o.d would be never a whit less good even though he should destroy all men.”

Of all the religions that have been produced by the egotism, the malice, the ignorance and ambition of man, Presbyterianism is the most hideous.

But what shall I say more, for the time would fail me to tell of Sabellianism, of a ”Modal Trinity,” and the ”Eternal Procession of the Holy Ghost”?

Upon these charges, a minister is to be tried, here in Chicago; in this city of pluck and progress--this marvel of energy--this miracle of nerve. The cry of ”heresy,” here, sounds like a wail from the dark ages--a shriek from the inquisition, or a groan from the grave of Calvin.

Another effort is being made to enslave a man.

It is claimed that every member of the church has solemnly agreed never to outgrow the creed; that he has pledged himself to remain an intellectual dwarf. Upon this condition the church agrees to save his soul, and he hands over his brains to bind the bargain. Should a fact be found inconsistent with the creed, he binds himself to deny the fact and curse the finder. With sc.r.a.ps of dogmas and crumbs of doctrine, he agrees that his soul shall be satisfied forever. What an intellectual feast the Confession of Faith must be! It reminds one of the dinner described by Sydney Smith, where everything was cold except the water, and everything sour except the vinegar.

Every member of a church promises to remain orthodox, that is to say--stationary. Growth is heresy. Orthodox ideas are the feathers that have been moulted by the eagle of progress. They are the dead leaves under the majestic palm, while heresy is the bud and blossom at the top.