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To DoroTHY Relat iP Pike # Pe tee quk) iF Ty J \ fe Pd > ed wah fed Ae FOREWORD Though in part this book has grown out of my own need for surveying the field of religion as widely and as carefully as possible, it is in large measure the result of two years of book reviewing. As literary editor of the Christian Leader I have read, so far as one person could, all the books deal- ing with religion which have appeared in the past twenty-four months. Out of that reading this book has come, offering little that is new but sum- marizing the points of view of a variety of thinkers. It would be impossible to list the names of all the men who have helped me, either through their books or by the spoken word, but there are two men in particular whose aid and encouragement I wish to acknowledge. Dr. John van Schaik, editor of the Christian Leader, and Professor Henry J. Cadbury, formerly of Harvard Theological School and now of Bryn Mawr College, were kind enough to read the manuscript in part, but my obligation to them goes far beyond this service. Dr. van Schaik, who, indeed, made the book possible by appointing me to the literary editorship of his journal, has encouraged me from the first and has 7 8 EIGHT WAYS OF LOOKING AT CHRISTIANITY repeatedly given me assistance. Professor Cad- bury, during the two years which I spent in his classes, placed me under an obligation not only with reference to this book but also with regard to my teaching and to my outlook on life. To both these men I would express my gratitude and appreciation. GRANVILLE HICKS. Northampton,-. Mass. | August, 1926. CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE J. PERSONAE DRAMATIS ...... EELS, 13 POU PALUTAY (Oly LIne enict ie rei aletwas pays Pie AL WAY, OF SUPERSTITION 4 fn) 35 IV. THE CHURCH AND THE BIBLE.... 45 SPINE TDs ye ariel egval el coat eee tee 51 VI. THE FUNDAMENTALS AND THE BIBLE 595 VII. THE FUNDAMENTALS AND CHRIST.. 70 Nel Ue eT HE KINGDOM. OR JGOD hls 83 IX. JESUS AND THE LIFE OF TO-DAY... 99 X. THE CHURCH AND THE SOCIAL GOSPEL 105 MP ESCIENCE AND: RELIGION» 2 8.5 2.0.00). 113 XII. _ THE FUTURE OF THE CHURCH.... 124 XIII. PROMING, CONCLUSION! 2 cise cratecsses 138 EIGHT WAYS OF LOOKING AT CHRISTIANITY CHAPTER ONE PERSONAE DRAMATIS In three months of teaching at Caldgate I had made few friends, and the Christmas recess was proving a cheerless affair. wo dark rooms, which obstinately resisted all effort at decoration, filled me with depression, an emotion aggravated by the sight of a snow-covered campus left undefiled in the absence of the student body. I wanted to get out of doors, but I was not in the mood for walking alone. Refusing even to glance out the window, I sulkily devoted myself to my books. Downstairs the telephone bell rang repeatedly while I pretended not to hear it. At last my landlady, in her labori- ously conscientious way, answered. I heard her climb the stairs as far as the landing, whence she called, “‘Mr. Cleaves.’’ Without hoping for too much, I threw my book on the couch and hurried to the telephone. It was Dr. Beardsley calling. Beardsley was one of the half-dozen acquaintances I had made since coming to Caldgate. A friend had written him about me, and he had promptly made a visit. I liked his sincerity and good humor, but I had only once attended the First Unitarian Church, of which 13 14 EIGHT WAYS OF LOOKING AT CHRISTIANITY he was pastor, and I did not expect to become a regular attendant. ‘‘Cleaves,’’ he said, ‘‘a few friends of mine, including two of your colleagues, are going out in the country to a house I have borrowed. We want to have a good long talk and a chance to get into the woods. I'd like to have you come along.” Of course I accepted. I would have accepted any invitation that tempted me away from my books and into the country. I took the stairs in half a dozen bounds, and my clothes were packed twenty minutes before the automobile horn sounded out- side. “The drive occupied about an hour, most of which we spent discussing education. Leaving the main highway, we followed a rutty drive until we stopped before a pine-sheltered bungalow. “Belongs to a parishioner of mine,” Beardsley ex- plained, as we threw down our luggage outside the door. Excusing himself, he slipped into the next room, while I went out to cover the radiator of the car. “The house was so near the consummation of my desires that I was beset with doubts. Who were the men who were coming and of whom Beardsley had as yet said nothing? What would we discuss? Had I, after all, escaped the depression of my rooms only to expose myself to two days of boredom? Beardsley returned and led me into a room where comfortable chairs spread in a semi-circle around an open fire. ‘The cheeriness of the place made a start at dispelling my doubt. Instinctively I went PERSONAE DRAMATIS 15 to warm my hands. Beardsley’s thin and wrinkled face reflected the fire's glow. It was tanned like old leather, an ascetic face, I thought, though re- lieved by an optimistic mouth and encouraging eyes. About fifty, I should imagine, Beardsley was a man of contrasts. Even as his agreeably humor- ous eyes belied the ascetic twist to his face, so an impression of limitless durability challenged the evidences of ill health in his thin frame, his stooped shoulders, and his alarming cough. He was not a well man, anyone would say, but I knew enough of his war record in the Red Cross to confirm that impression of reserve strength. Moreover, since the war he had borne the cares of a large parish, which he had saved from slow decline and made a power in the college community. “Sit down here where you can get the warmth,” he bade me. “Do you smoke? Well, I prefer a pipe too, but here are cigarettes and cigars if you want them. I’m glad we arrived first, but I hope the others will be here soon.”’ We lit our pipes, and once mine was burning properly I asked him, “Are you in the habit of doing things like this?’ He chuckled. “Well, rather. I like to talk, and I’ve managed to find some other people who have the same weakness. “Iwo or three of us meet regu- larly, but this is something special. After all, there’s nothing like the exchange of ideas.”’ He was beginning to philosophize on the value 16 EIGHT WAYS OF LOOKING AT CHRISTIANITY of discussion and the place of the Socratic method, when we heard a car bumping its way over the ruts. He ran to the door, returning in a few minutes with a much younger man, thirty-five or less I estimated, whom he introduced as Mr. Priest. Priest bowed to me cordially but with reserve. Above his fine, thin-lipped mouth a black moustache traced its closely clipped outline. He wore the neatest of gray knickerbockers, and as he lit a short, straight- stemmed pipe suggested the perfect man of the world. Beardsley continued, “‘I was just telling Cleaves that I’ve had a hankering for a rousing discussion. I’ve been alternating lately between periods of in- tellectual staleness and periods of effervescence. I need stimulus, and I want a chance to get some things off my chest. I thought we’d renew our college days. Scott Fitzgerald or Percy Marks or somebody quite truthfully says that in college one always discusses just two subjects, religion and sex. We've discussed many things, Priest, sex included, but usually we’ve avoided the fundamentals of reli- gion. [his time I want to grasp the bull by the horns.”’ Again the sound of a car, and Beardsley rushed out. I spoke a few casual words to Priest, wanting to ask him just what I’d been let in for, but he seemed rather cold and a little formidable. He spoke at random, but with bearing on my thoughts. “Beardsley is a great man for discussion. At home PERSONAE DRAMATIS 17 he has scientists, politicians, [ don’t know who. They like to come. He always seems to pick his company helter-skelter, but there is usually a good reason why each is present.’’ He looked at me as if he were wondering why I had been invited. I wondered too, but in a way his words had been reassuring. When Beardsley returned, he had four men with him. After formal introductions he settled us all in comfortable chairs, and then resumed his conversa- tion. “Yes, I wanted to grasp the bull by the horns. I’ve brought you here to discuss religion, without definition, and without preliminary. But first I think you ought to know each other better. Let me go round the room. Dr. Pratt is the pastor of the Elm Street Baptist Church, not a large church as churches in Caldgate go, but an important one. It reaches more of the common people in the city than any other except the Catholic church. Mr. Pratt has as much influence in the com- munity as any man here. No wonder he’s sitting next to Kilpatrick and hobnobbing with him. ‘They served on the city council together for ten years. [hey stood side by side and fought the liquor traffic, cleaned out the red light district, built a respectable jail, and won the ever- lasting curses of the mayor and his gang.” Beardsley began to relate an anecdote of the city council, and I took the opportunity to examine the two men of whom he was speaking. Pratt, from / 18 EIGHT WAYS OF LOOKING AT CHRISTIANITY whose red, smooth-shaven face cheerful intensity shone forth, appeared to be Beardsley’s own age. I observed that his brown business suit was.in not the best condition, the cuffs of the trousers a little frayed, one button of the vest unloosed as if it had been bought when he was three or four years younger and ten or fifteen pounds lighter. Kil- patrick was also a large man, but tall and rather imposing, about sixty I judged.