“Religion? Man, you haven’t religion! Religion is the worship of a Superior Being, fear of His power, submission to His commands, inability to discuss theoretically the formulas of faith, the desire to spread the faith, and the habit of considering as enemies all who do not accept it. You can’t pass examination on any of these points. Your idea of God is the First Cause. You do not really worship or fear anything. You submit blindly to nothing. You have written an interrogation point before every dogma. You have ceased to be missionary and become humanitarian. As a priest you’re a joke. Van Meter is a better deacon than you are a priest. I don’t blame him. He must put you out, or be put out of business sooner or later. Your passion for reforming the world, your ‘enthusiasm for humanity,’ are things apart from worship and absolutely antagonistic to it.”
“But not antagonistic to the mission of Christ.”
“Granted. But the Christianity of Christ is one thing and modern Christianity another thing. The ancient Church, you must remember, absorbed Paganism. Van Meter’s religion is, I grant you, a pretty stiff mixture of Paganism and Christianity, but historically he is in line with the Church and you are out of line with it. I’d do one of two things—use Van Meter for all he is worth, or get out of his church and let him alone. It’s his. He and his kind built it. You are an interloper.”
“Perhaps so,” Gordon mused.
“You know my opinion of your dream of social salvation. I say let the fit survive and the weak go to the wall. If you could save all the floating trash that so moves your pity, you would only lower the standard of humanity. Hell is the furnace made to consume such worthless rubbish. You are even apologising for hell because you can’t stand the odour of burning flesh. I like the old God of Israel better than the ghost you moderns have set up. Honestly, Frank, you have never treated Van Meter decently. He’s a small man, but he is in dead earnest, and he is historically a Christian. I don’t know what the devil you are, and I don’t believe you know yourself. Go to Van Meter, have a plain business talk with him, and see if you can’t come to an understanding.”
“That’s the only sensible thing you’ve said to me.”
“And the only immoral thing; for if you and Van Meter ever agree you will both do some tall lying.”
“I think I’ll take your advice and see him, anyhow.”