"If An Angel, Or One
Returned From The Dead, Could Come To Assure Me That Life Does Not End
With
Death, that we mortals are destined to live for ever, but that
for me there can be no blessed hereafter
On account of my want of
faith, and because I loved or worshipped Nature rather than the Author
of my being, it would be, not a message of despair, but of
consolation; for in that dreadful place to which I should be sent, I
should be alive and not dead, and have my memories of earth, and
perhaps meet and have communion there with others of like mind with
myself, and with recollections like mine."
This was but one of many lawless thoughts which assailed me at this
time. Another, very persistent, was the view I took of the sufferings
of the Saviour of mankind. Why, I asked, were they made so much of? - -
why was it said that He suffered as no man had suffered? It was
nothing but the physical pain which thousands and millions have had to
endure! And if I could be as sure of immortality as Jesus, death would
be to me no more than the prick of a thorn. What would it matter to be
nailed to a cross and perish in a slow agony if I believed that, the
agony over, I should sit down refreshed to sup in paradise? The worst
of it was that when I tried to banish these bitter, rebellious ideas,
taking them to be the whisperings of the Evil One, as the books
taught, the quick reply would come that the supposed Evil One was
nothing but the voice of my own reason striving to make itself heard.
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