horrible creeds and distinctions. None of those things matter.
Call him Christ the God or call him simply God, Allah, Heaven; it
does not matter. He comes to us, we know, like a Helper and
Friend; that is all we want to know. You may
speculate further if
you like, but it is not religion. They
dispute whether he can set
aside nature. But that is
superstition. He is either master of
nature and he knows that it is good, or he is part of nature and
must obey. That is an
argument for hair-splitting metaphysicians.
Either answer means the same for us. It does not matter which way
we come to believe that he does not idly set the course of things
aside. Obviously he does not set the course of things aside. What
he does do for certain is to give us courage and save us from our
selfishness and the bitter hell it makes for us. And every one
knows too what sort of things we want, and for what end we want
to escape from ourselves. We want to do right. And right, if you
think clearly, is just truth within and service without, the
service of God's kingdom, which is mankind, the service of human
needs and the increase of human power and experience. It is all
perfectly plain, it is all quite easy for any one to understand,
who isn't misled and chattered at and threatened and poisoned by
evil
priests and teachers."
"And you are going to
preach that, Daddy?"
"If I can. When I am free--you know I have still to resign
and give up--I shall make that my message."
"And so God comes."
"God comes as men
perceive him in his
simplicity.... Let men
but see God simply, and
forthwith God and his kingdom possess the
world."
She looked out to sea in silence for awhile.
Then she turned to her father. "And you think that His Kingdom
will come--perhaps in quite a little time--perhaps in our
lifetimes? And that all these
ridiculous or
wicked little kings
and emperors, and these political parties, and these policies and
conspiracies, and this nationalist
nonsense and all the
patriotism and rowdyism, all the private profit-seeking and every
baseness in life, all the things that it is so
horrible and
disgusting to be young among and
powerless among, you think they
will fade before him?"
The
bishop pulled his faith together.
"They will fade before him--but whether it will take a
lifetime or a hundred lifetimes or a thousand lifetimes, my Norah
--"
He smiled and left his
sentenceunfinished, and she smiled back
at him to show she understood.
And then he confessed further, because he did not want to seem
merely sentimentally
hopeful.
"When I was in the
cathedral, Norah--and just before that
service, it seemed to me--it was very real.... It seemed that
perhaps the Kingdom of God is nearer than we suppose, that it
needs but the faith and courage of a few, and it may be that we
may even live to see the dawning of his kingdom, even--who
knows?--the
sunrise. I am so full of faith and hope that I fear
to be
hopeful with you. But whether it is near or far--"
"We work for it," said Eleanor.
Eleanor thought, eyes
downcast for a little while, and then
looked up.
"It is so wonderful to talk to you like this, Daddy. In the old
days, I didn't dream--Before I went to Newnham. I misjudged
you. I thought Never mind what I thought. It was silly. But now I
am so proud of you. And so happy to be back with you, Daddy, and
find that your religion is after all just the same religion that
I have been wanting."
CHAPTER THE NINTH - THE THIRD VISION
(1)
ONE afternoon in October, four months and more after that
previous conversation, the card of Mr. Edward Scrope was brought
up to Dr. Brighton-Pomfrey. The name awakened no memories. The
doctor descended to discover a man so
obviously in unaccustomed
plain clothes that he had a
momentarydisagreeable idea that he
was facing a
detective. Then he saw that this
secular disguise
draped the familiar form of his old friend, the former Bishop of
Princhester. Scrope was pale and a little untidy; he had already
acquired something of the
peculiar,
slightly faded quality one
finds in a don who has gone to Hampstead and fallen amongst
advanced thinkers and got mixed up with the Fabian Society. His