I only know that I am angry all through when I hear a certain sort of man saying, and apparently proving, that the Golden Rule does not work.
And I am angry at other people who are listening with me because they are not angry too.
Why are people so complacent about crosses? And why are they willing to keep on having and expecting to have in this world all the good people on crosses? Why do they keep on treating these crosses year after year, century after century, in a dull tired way as if they had become a kind of conventionality of God's, a kind of good old church custom, something that He and the Church by this time, after two thousand years, could not really expect to try to get over or improve upon?
I do not know that I ought to feel as I do.
I only know that the moment I see evil triumphing in this world, there is one thing that that evil comes up against.
It comes up against my will.
My will, so far as it goes, is a spiritual fact.
I do not argue about it, nor do I know that I wish to justify it. I merely accept my will as it is, as one spiritual fact.
I propose to know what to do with it next.
The first thing that I have done, of course, has been to find out that there are millions of other so-called Christian people who have encountered this same fact that I have encountered.