But now our little community has become educated and they are
able to criticise. As we look around the church we are lost in wonder as
to what has come to the people. The older ones are sadder and a spirit
of unrest seems to have seized upon the middle aged, while the very
children have lost something of their charm.
In a short time factories and manufactories are running; clouds of
smoke ascend from the valley to the mountain top which had never
been touched by anything less pure than the rain from the cloud or the
mists from the valley below. Nature itself was making a silent protest
against the invasion of her solitude. The trees which had borne
abundant fruit before were barren now.
The older people shook their heads and attributed the cause to the
doubts and unbelief which had arisen in their lovely valley. The more
learned ones assigned the smoke from the factories to be the cause.
Death was of more frequent occurrence to the inhabitants than formerly.
This dread visitor came at rare intervals and to the very aged before the
advent of education and commerce. But now the little children and
youths were frequently stricken with strange diseases, which baffled all
skill.
And after a time enterprise steps in and a railroad is built, and with it
every vestige of the happy valley disappears. The old church is torn
down, and a new one of grand proportions and elaborate workmanship
is built on the old spot. The venerable head of the clergyman has lain
low for many a year, and in his place stands an eloquent divine, with all
the modern ideas, who, in trying to prove the doctrines of his church to
be the true faith, leaves the doctrine of Christianity out--and that too
has gone; buried beneath the ruins of the old church and in the grave of
the old clergyman.
Now let a person pass through the valley and they will look in vain for
a vestige of the once beautiful spot. There is a-hurrying to and fro. On
the faces of the young can be seen lines of care and thought. The
innocent faces and sweet manner of the young girls have given place to
a look of consciousness. The pretty, quaint dresses have gone and
fashion has sway. The quiet, dreamy look and manner of the young
men has given place to a worldly air. The mists which arise from the
valley are mixed with the foul smoke of the factories and engines, and
where all was peace and quietness; chaos reigns supreme.
* * * * *
An enthusiast is saying:
Philanthropists in many ages and many lands have put forth great and
noble efforts for the benefit of mankind and as we advance in
knowledge and civilization the ways and means chosen have undergone
many modifications. It has dawned upon philanthropists that they must
have some knowledge of the religion of humanity before the change
can be very marked, in the lives of those they would assist. The religion
of humanity is the noblest, the grandest of all religions. It is the one
which our Saviour taught while on earth; the one which he taught his
disciples to follow; one which requires no trained intellect or cultivated
mind, but simply an understanding of the human heart, the human mind,
and human passions. In it there are no creeds to learn, no dogmas to
understand, but the simple lesson of "Do unto others as you would they
should do unto you," which is the foundation of genuine religion.
Phariseeism is the curse of modern times, "Stand aside for I am holier
than thou," is the spirit too often shown among--so called--Christians.
The teaching of our Saviour; his life and good words mean little with
many persons. The story of Mary Magdalen is simply a story, and
conveys nothing to their minds. A supplication from such a one as she
would meet with no return. The drawing of the skirts aside for fear of
contamination, the cold looks and averted gaze, prove that at least, one
noble lesson has been disregarded.
In the German town of Andernach there is a huge wooden image of the
Saviour on the cross. And this is the legend which all the simple
peasants believe.
"One stormy night a poor, sinful creature was wandering about the
streets with her babe in her arms, and she was hungry and cold,
homeless and friendless, and no one in Andernach would take her in.
And when she came to the crucifix, she sat down on a stone at the foot
of the cross and began to pray, and prayed till she fell asleep with her
poor little babe on her bosom. But she did not sleep long,
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