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Chapters (40)
  1. THE INSIDE OF THE CUP
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  3. Contents
  4. VOLUME 1
  5. Chapter I - The Waring Problems
  6. Chapter II - Mr. Langmaid's Mission
  7. Chapter III - The Primrose Path
  8. Chapter IV - Some Riddles of the Twentieth Century
  9. VOLUME 2
  10. Chapter V - The Rector Has More Food for Thought
  11. Chapter VI - "Watchman, What of the Night?"
  12. Chapter VII - The Kingdoms of the World
  13. Chapter VIII - The Line of Least Resistance
  14. VOLUME 3
  15. Chapter IX - The Divine Discontent
  16. Chapter X - The Messenger in the Church
  17. Chapter XI - The Lost Parishioner
  18. Chapter XII - The Woman of the Song
  19. VOLUME 4
  20. Chapter XIII - Winterbourne
  21. Chapter XIV - A Saturday Afternoon
  22. Chapter XV - The Crucible
  23. Chapter XVI - Amid the Encircling Gloom
  24. VOLUME 5
  25. Chapter XVII - Reconstruction
  26. Chapter XVIII - The Riddle of Causation
  27. Chapter XIX - Mr. Goodrich Becomes a Partisan
  28. VOLUME 6
  29. Chapter XX - The Arraignment
  30. Chapter XXI - Alison Goes to Church
  31. Chapter XXII - "Which Say to the Seers, See Not"
  32. VOLUME 7
  33. Chapter XXIII - The Choice
  34. Chapter XXIV - The Vestry Meets
  35. Chapter XXV - "Rise, Crowned with Light!"
  36. Chapter XXVI - The Current of Life
  37. VOLUME 8
  38. Chapter XXVII - Retribution
  39. Chapter XXVIII - Light
  40. Afterword

"You have evidently thought and read a great deal," Dodder said, genuinely surprised. "Why didn't you come to me earlier?"

Eleanor bit her lip. He smiled a little.

"I think I can answer that for you," he went on; "you believe we are prejudiced,—I've no doubt many of us are. You think we are bound to stand up for certain dogmas, or go down, and that our minds are consequently closed. I am not blaming you," he added quickly, as she gave a sign of protest, "but I assure you that most of us, so far as my observation has gone, are honestly trying to proclaim the truth as we see it."

"Insincerity is the last thing I should have accused you of, Mr. Hodder," she said flushing. "As I told you, you seem so sure."

"I don't pretend to infallibility, except so far as I maintain that the Church is the guardian of certain truths which human experience has verified. Let me ask you if you have thought out the difference your conception of the Incarnation;—the lack of a patently divine commission, as it were,—makes in the doctrine of grace?"

"Yes, I have," she answered, "a little. It gives me more hope. I cannot think I am totally depraved. I do not believe that God wishes me to think so. And while I am still aware of the distance between Christ's perfection and my own imperfection, I feel that the possibility is greater of lessening that distance. It gives me more self-respect, more self-reliance. George Bridges says that the logical conclusion of that old doctrine is what philosophers call determinism—Calvinistic predestination. I can't believe in that. The kind of grace God gives me is the grace to help myself by drawing force from the element of him in my soul. He gives me the satisfaction of developing."

"Of one thing I am assured, Mrs. Goodrich," Hodder replied, "that the logical result of independent thinking is anarchy. Under this modern tendency toward individual creeds, the Church has split and split again until, if it keeps on, we shall have no Church at all to carry on the work of our Lord on earth. History proves that to take anything away from the faith is to atrophy, to destroy it. The answer to your arguments is to be seen on every side, atheism, hypocrisy, vice, misery, insane and cruel grasping after wealth. There is only one remedy I can see," he added, inflexibly, yet with a touch of sadness, "believe."

"What if we can't believe?" she asked.

"You can." He spoke with unshaken conviction.

"You can if you make the effort, and I am sure you will. My experience is that in the early stages of spiritual development we are impervious to certain truths. Will you permit me to recommend to you certain books dealing with these questions in a modern way?"

"I will read them gladly," she said, and rose.