“Well, in the next four Sundays we went from church to church to get strength for our souls, and found only weakness and disappointment. Immune from ridicule and satire, the sacred inefficiency of our pulpit had waxed and grown and taken possession of the churches. And one thought came to me as I listened. There should be a number of exits to every Christian church, plainly marked: ‘To be used in case of fire.’ Ancient history, dead philosophy, sophomoric periods, bad music, empty pews, weary groups of the faithful longing for home, 144 were, in brief, the things that we saw and heard. It was pathetic.
“I began to think about it. Here were five church organizations, all weak, infirm, begging, struggling for life. The automobile and the golf and yacht clubs had nearly finished the work of destruction which incompetence had so ably begun. There was not much left of them; yet their combined property was worth about one hundred thousand dollars. They spent in the aggregate fifty-six hundred dollars for ministers’ salaries, and their total average attendance was only four hundred and forty-nine. I could see no more extravagant waste of time, work, and capital in any other branch of human effort. Some would call it wicked, but, though we speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, we had better have kept still.
“The Reverend Mr. Knowles came to me within a day or two and apologized for his sermon. He complained that he 145 couldn’t be himself––that he didn’t dare speak his thoughts.
“‘Whose thoughts do you speak?’ I asked.
“‘Well, I trail along in the wake of the fathers.’
“‘Then you are feeding your flock on corned and kippered thoughts––on the dried and dug-up convictions of the dead. It isn’t fair. It isn’t even honest. The church here is dying of anemia for want of fresh food. The new world must have new thought to fit new conditions. Its outlook has been utterly changed. If a man who had never seen a locomotive or a motor-car or a tandem or a telephone or an electric light or the sons and daughters of a new millionaire or the home and crest of the same or a bill of a modern merchant were to come down out of the backwoods and try to tell us how to run the world, we should think him an ass, and wisely. Consider how these things have changed the 146 spirit of man and surrounded it with new perils.’
“‘But think of the old fellows––the mossbacks––who hate your new philosophy,’ said the minister.
“‘And think of the young fellows who are so easily tossed about. The moss of senility is covering the bloom of youth and the honor of youth.’”