words, it is like going to be beaten to death in a concentration camp. Next
minute he says, "My yoke is easy and my burden light." He means both. And
one can just see why both are true.
Teachers will tell you that the laziest boy in the class is the one who
works hardest in the end. They mean this. If you give two boys, say, a
proposition in geometry to do, the one who is prepared to take trouble will
try to understand it. The lazy boy will try to learn it by heart because,
for the moment, that needs less effort. But six months later, when they are
preparing for an exam., that lazy boy is doing hours and hours of miserable
drudgery over things the other boy understands, and positively enjoys, in a
few minutes. Laziness means more work in the long run. Or look at it this
way. In a battle, or in mountain climbing, there is often one thing which it
takes a lot of pluck to do; but it is also, in the long run, the safest
thing to do. If you funk it, you will find yourself, hours later, in far
worse danger. The cowardly thing is also the most dangerous thing.
It is like that here. The terrible thing, the almost impossible thing,
is to hand over your whole self-all your wishes and precautions-to Christ.
But it is far easier than what we are all trying to do instead. For what we
are trying to do is to remain what we call "ourselves," to keep personal
happiness as our great aim in life, and yet at the same time be "good." We
are all trying to let our mind and heart go their own way-centred on money
or pleasure or ambition-and hoping, in spite of this, to behave honestly and
chastely and humbly. And that is exactly what Christ warned us you could not
do. As He said, a thistle cannot produce figs. If I am a field that contains
nothing but grass-seed, I cannot produce wheat. Cutting the grass may keep
it short: but I shall still produce grass and no wheat. If I want to produce
wheat, the change must go deeper than the surface. I must be ploughed up and
re-sown.
That is why the real problem of the Christian life comes where people
do not usually look for it. It comes the very moment you wake up each
morning. All your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild
animals. And the first job each morning consists simply in shoving them all
back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view,
letting that other larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in. And so
on, all day. Standing back from all your natural fussings and frettings;
coming in out of the wind.
We can only do it for moments at first. But from those moments the new
sort of life will be spreading through our system: because now we are
letting Him work at the right part of us. It is the difference between
paint, which is merely laid on the surface, and a dye or stain which soaks
right through. He never talked vague, idealistic gas. When he said, "Be
perfect," He meant it. He meant that we must go in for the full treatment.
It is hard; but the sort of compromise we are all hankering after is
harder-in fact, it is impossible. It may be hard for an egg to turn into a
bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while
remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on
indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go
bad.
May I come back to what I said before? This is the whole of
Christianity. There is nothing else. It is so easy to get muddled about
that. It is easy to think that the Church has a lot of different
objects-education, building, missions, holding services. Just as it is easy
to think the State has a lot of different objects-military, political,
economic, and what not. But in a way things are much simpler than that. The
State exists simply to promote and to protect the ordinary happiness of
human beings in this life. A husband and wife chatting over a fire, a couple
of friends having a game of darts in a pub, a man reading a book in his own
room or digging in his own garden-that is what the State is there for. And
unless they are helping to increase and prolong and protect such moments,
all the laws, parliaments, armies, courts, police, economics, etc., are
simply a waste of time. In the same way the Church exists for nothing else
but to draw men into Christ, to make them little Christs. If they are not
doing that, all the cathedrals, clergy, missions, sermons, even the Bible
itself, are simply a waste of time. God became Man for no other purpose. It
is even doubtful, you know, whether the whole universe was created for any
other purpose. It says in the Bible that the whole universe was made for
Christ and that everything is to be gathered together in Him. I do not
suppose any of us can understand how this will happen as regards the whole
universe. We do not know what (if anything) lives in the parts of it that
are millions of miles away from this Earth. Even on this Earth we do not
know how it applies to things other than men. After all, that is what you
would expect. We have been shown the plan only in so far as it concerns
ourselves.
I sometimes like to imagine that I can just see how it might apply to
other things. I think I can see how the higher animals are in a sense drawn
into Man when he loves them and makes them (as he does) much more nearly
human than they would otherwise be. I can even see a sense in which the dead
things and plants are drawn into Man as he studies them and uses and
appreciates them. And if there were intelligent creatures in other worlds
they might do the same with their worlds. It might be that when intelligent
creatures entered into Christ they would, in that way, bring all the other
things in along with them. But I do not know: it is only a guess.
What we have been told is how we men can be drawn into Christ -can
become part of that wonderful present which the young Prince of the universe
wants to offer to His Father-that present which is Himself and therefore us
in Him. It is the only thing we were made for. And there are strange,
exciting hints in the Bible that when we are drawn in, a great many other
things in Nature will begin to come right. The bad dream will be over: it
will be morning.
I find a good many people have been bothered by what I said in the last
chapter about Our Lord's words, "Be ye perfect." Some people seem to think
this means "Unless you are perfect, I will not help you"; and as we cannot
be perfect, then, if He meant that, our position is hopeless. But I do not
think He did mean that. I think He meant "The only help I will give is help
to become perfect. You may want something less: but I will give you nothing
less."
Let me explain. When I was a child I often had toothache, and I knew
that if I went to my mother she would give me something which would deaden
the pain for that night and let me get to sleep. But I did not go to my
mother-at least, not till the pain became very bad. And the reason I did not
go was this. I did not doubt she would give me the aspirin; but I knew she
would also do something else. I knew she would take me to the dentist next
morning. I could not get what I wanted out of her without getting something
more, which I did not want. I wanted immediate relief from pain: but I could
not get it without having my teeth set permanently right. And I knew those
dentists; I knew they started fiddling about with all sorts of other teeth
which had not yet begun to ache. They would not let sleeping dogs lie; if
you gave them an inch they took an ell.
Now, if I may put it that way, Our Lord is like the dentists. If you
give Him an inch, He will take an ell. Dozens of people go to Him to be
cured of some one particular sin which they are ashamed of (like
masturbation or physical cowardice) or which is obviously spoiling daily
life (like bad temper or drunkenness). Well, He will cure it all right: but
He will not stop there. That may be all you asked; but if once you call Him
in, He will give you the full treatment.
That is why He warned people to "count the cost" before becoming
Christians. "Make no mistake," He says, "if you let me, I will make you
perfect. The moment you put yourself in My hands, that is what you are in
for. Nothing less, or other, than that. You have free will, and if you
choose, you can push Me away. But if you do not push Me away, understand
that I am going to see this job through. Whatever suffering it may cost you
in your earthly life, whatever inconceivable purification it may cost you
after death, whatever it costs Me, I will never rest, nor let you rest,
until you are literally perfect-until my Father can say without reservation
that He is well pleased with you, as He said He was well pleased with me.
This I can do and will do. But I will not do anything less."
And yet-this is the other and equally important side of it- this Helper
who will, in the long run, be satisfied with nothing less than absolute
perfection, will also be delighted with the first feeble, stumbling effort
you make tomorrow to do the simplest duty. As a great Christian writer
(George MacDonald) pointed out, every father is pleased at the baby's first
attempt to walk: no father would be satisfied with anything less than a
firm, free, manly walk in a grown-up son. In the same way, he said, "God is
easy to please, but hard to satisfy."
The practical upshot is this. On the one hand, God's demand for
perfection need not discourage you in the least in your present attempts to
be good, or even in your present failures. Each time you fall He will pick
you up again. And He knows perfectly well that your own efforts are never
going to bring you anywhere near perfection. On the other hand, you must
realise from the outset that the goal towards which He is beginning to guide
you is absolute perfection; and no power in the whole universe, except you
yourself, can prevent Him from taking you to that goal. That is what you are
in for. And it is very important to realise that. If we do not, then we are
very likely to start pulling back and resisting Him after a certain point. I
think that many of us, when Christ has enabled us to overcome one or two
sins that were an obvious nuisance, are inclined to feel (though we do not
out it into words) that we are now good enough. He has done all we wanted
Him to do, and we should be obliged if He would now leave us alone. As we
say "I never expected to be a saint, I only wanted to be a decent ordinary
chap." And we imagine when we say this that we are being humble.
But this is the fatal mistake. Of course we never wanted, and never
asked, to be made into the sort of creatures He is going to make us into.
But the question is not what we intended ourselves to be, but what He
intended us to be when He made us. He is the inventor, we are only the
machine. He is the painter, we are only the picture. How should we know what
He means us to be like? You see, He has already made us something very
different from what we were. Long ago, before we were born, when we were
inside our mothers' bodies, we passed through various stages. We were once
rather like vegetables, and once rather like fish; it was only at a later
stage that we became like human babies. And if we had been conscious at
those earlier stages, I daresay we should have been quite contented to stay
as vegetables or fish-should not have wanted to be made into babies. But all
the time He knew His plan for us and was determined to carry it out.
Something the same is now happening at a higher level. We may be content to
remain what we call "ordinary people": but He is determined to carry out a
quite different plan. To shrink back from that plan is not humility; it is
laziness and cowardice. To submit to it is not conceit or megalomania; it is
obedience.
Here is another way of putting the two sides of the truth. On the one
hand we must never imagine that our own unaided efforts can be relied on to
carry us even through the next twenty-four hours as "decent" people. If He
does not support us, not one of us is safe from some gross sin. On the other
hand, no possible degree of holiness or heroism which has ever been recorded
of the greatest saints is beyond what He is determined to produce in every
one of us in the end. The job will not be completed in this life: but He
means to get us as far as possible before death.
That is why we must not be surprised if we are in for a rough time.
When a man turns to Christ and seems to be getting on pretty well (in the
sense that some of his bad habits are now corrected), he often feels that it
would now be natural if things went fairly smoothly. When troubles come
along-illnesses, money troubles, new kinds of temptation-he is disappointed.
These things, he feels, might have been necessary to rouse him and make him
repent in his bad old days; but why now? Because God is forcing him on, or
up, to a higher level: putting him into situations where he will have to be
very much braver, or more patient, or more loving, than he ever dreamed of
being before. It seems to us all unnecessary: but that is because we have
not yet had the slightest notion of the tremendous thing He means to make of
us.
I find I must borrow yet another parable from George MacDonald. Imagine
yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first,
perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right
and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on: you knew that those jobs
needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently he starts knocking
the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make
sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building
quite a different house from the one you thought of- throwing out a new wing
here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards.
You thought you were going to be made into a decent little cottage: but He
is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.
The command Be ye perfect is not idealistic gas. Nor is it a command to
do the impossible. He is going to make us into creatures that can obey that
command. He said (in the Bible) that we were "gods" and He is going to make
good His words. If we let Him-for we can prevent Him, if we choose-He will
make the feeblest and filthiest of us into a god or goddess, a dazzling,
radiant, immortal creature, pulsating all through with such energy and joy
and wisdom and love as we cannot now imagine, a bright stainless mirror
which reflects back to God perfectly (though, of course, on a smaller scale)
His own boundless power and delight and goodness. The process will be long
and in parts very painful; but that is what we are in for. Nothing less. He
meant what He said.
He meant what He said. Those who put themselves in His hands will
become perfect, as He is perfect-perfect in love, wisdom, joy, beauty, and
immortality. The change will not be completed in this life, for death is an
important part of the treatment. How far the change will have gone before
death in any particular Christian is uncertain.
I think this is the right moment to consider a question which is often
asked: If Christianity is true why are not all Christians obviously nicer
than all non-Christians? What lies behind that question is partly something
very reasonable and partly something that is not reasonable at all. The
reasonable part is this. If conversion to Christianity makes no improvement
in a man's outward actions -if he continues to be just as snobbish or
spiteful or envious or ambitious as he was before-then I think we must
suspect that his "conversion" was largely imaginary; and after one's
original conversion, every time one thinks one has made an advance, that is
the test to apply. Fine feelings, new insights, greater interest in
"religion" mean nothing unless they make our actual behaviour better; just
as in an illness "feeling better" is not much good if the thermometer shows
that your temperature is still going up. In that sense the outer world is
quite right to judge Christianity by its results. Christ told us to judge by
results. A tree is known by its fruit; or, as we say, the proof of the
pudding is in the eating. When we Christians behave badly, or fail to behave
well, we are making Christianity unbelievable to the outside world. The
wartime posters told us that Careless Talk costs Lives. It is equally true
that Careless Lives cost Talk. Our careless lives set the outer world
talking; and we give them grounds for talking in a way that throws doubt on
the truth of Christianity itself.
But there is another way of demanding results in which the outer world
may be quite illogical. They may demand not merely that each man's life
should improve if he becomes a Christian: they may also demand before they
believe in Christianity that they should see the whole world neatly divided
into two camps -Christian and non-Christian-and that all the people in the
first camp at any given moment should be obviously nicer than all the people
in the second. This is unreasonable on several grounds.
(1) In the first place the situation in the actual world is much more
complicated than that. The world does not consist of 100 per cent Christians
and 100 per cent non-Christians. There are people (a great many of them) who
are slowly ceasing to be Christians but who still call themselves by that
name: some of them are clergymen. There are other people who are slowly
becoming Christians though they do not yet call themselves so. There are
people who do not accept the full Christian doctrine about Christ but who
are so strongly attracted by Him that they are His in a much deeper sense
than they themselves understand. There are people in other religions who are
being led by God's secret influence to concentrate on those parts of their
religion which are in agreement with Christianity, and who thus belong to
Christ without knowing it. For example, a Buddhist of good will may be led
to concentrate more and more on the Buddhist teaching about mercy and to
leave in the background (though he might still say he believed) the Buddhist
teaching on certain other points. Many of the good Pagans long before
Christ's birth may have been in this position. And always, of course, there
are a great many people who are just confused in mind and have a lot of
inconsistent beliefs all jumbled up together. Consequently, it is not much
use trying to make judgments about Christians and non-Christians in the
mass. It is some use comparing cats and dogs, or even men and women, in the
mass, because there one knows definitely which is which. Also, an animal
does not turn (either slowly or suddenly) from a dog into a cat. But when we
are comparing Christians in general with non-Christians in general, we are
usually not thinking about real people whom we know at all, but only about
two vague ideas which we have got from novels and newspapers. If you want to
compare the bad Christian and the good Atheist, you must think about two
real specimens whom you have actually met. Unless we come down to brass
tacks in that way, we shall only be wasting time.
(2) Suppose we have come down to brass tacks and are now talking not
about an imaginary Christian and an imaginary non-Christian, but about two
real people in our own neighbourhood. Even then we must be careful to ask
the right question. If Christianity is true then it ought to follow (a) That
any Christian will be nicer than the same person would be if he were not a
Christian. (b) That any man who becomes a Christian will be nicer than he
was before. Just in the same way, if the advertisements of White-smile's
toothpaste are true it ought to follow (a) That anyone who uses it will have
better teeth than the same person would have if he did not use it. (b) That
if anyone begins to use it his teeth will improve. But to point out that I,
who use Whitesmile's (and also have inherited bad teeth from both my
parents), have not got as fine a set as some healthy young Negro who never
used toothpaste at all, does not, by itself, prove that the advertisements
are untrue. Christian Miss Bates may have an unkinder tongue than
unbelieving Dick Firkin. That, by itself, does not tell us whether
Christianity works. The question is what Miss Bates's tongue would be like
if she were not a Christian and what Dick's would be like if he became one.
Miss Bates and Dick, as a result of natural causes and early upbringing,
have certain temperaments: Christianity professes to put both temperaments
under new management if they will allow it to do so. What you have a right
to ask is whether that management, if allowed to take over, improves the
concern. Everyone knows that what is being managed in Dick Firkin's case is
much "nicer" than what is being managed in Miss Bates's. That is not the
point. To judge the management of a factory, you must consider not only the
output but the plant. Considering the plant at Factory A it may be a wonder
that it turns out anything at all; considering the first-class outfit at
Factory B its output, though high, may be a great deal lower than it ought
to be. No doubt the good manager at Factory A is going to put in new
machinery as soon as he can, but that takes time. In the meantime low output
does not prove that he is a failure.
(3) And now, let us go a little deeper. The manager is going to put in
new machinery: before Christ has finished with Miss Bates, she is going to
be very "nice" indeed. But if we left it at that, it would sound as though
Christ's only aim was to pull Miss Bates up to the same level on which Dick
had been all along. We have been talking, in fact, as if Dick were all
right; as if Christianity was something nasty people needed and nice ones
could afford to do without; and as if niceness was all that God demanded.
But this would be a fatal mistake. The truth is that in God's eyes Dick
Firkin needs "saving" every bit as much as Miss Bates. In one sense (I will
explain what sense in a moment) niceness hardly comes into the question.
You cannot expect God to look at Dick's placid temper and friendly
disposition exactly as we do. They result from natural causes which God
Himself creates. Being merely temperamental, they will all disappear if
Dick's digestion alters. The niceness, in fact, is God's gift to Dick, not
Dick's gift to God. In the same way, God has allowed natural causes, working
in a world spoiled by centuries of sin, to produce in Miss Bates the narrow
mind and jangled nerves which account for most of her nastiness. He intends,
in His own good time, to set that part of her right. But that is not, for
God, the critical part of the business. It presents no difficulties. It is
not what He is anxious about. What He is watching and waiting and working
for is something that is not easy even for God, because, from the nature of
the case, even He cannot produce it by a mere act of power. He is waiting
and watching for it both in Miss Bates and in Dick Firkin. It is something
they can freely give Him or freely refuse to Him. Will they, or will they
not, turn to Him and thus fulfil the only purpose for which they were
created? Their free will is trembling inside them like the needle of a
compass. But this is a needle that can choose. It can point to its true
North; but it need not. Will the needle swing round, and settle, and point
to God?
He can help it to do so. He cannot force it. He cannot, so to speak,
put out His own hand and pull it into the right position, for then it would
not be free will any more. Will it point North? That is the question on
which all hangs. Will Miss Bates and Dick offer their natures to God? The
question whether the natures they offer or withhold are, at that moment,
nice or nasty ones, is of secondary importance. God can see to that part of
the problem.
Do not misunderstand me. Of course God regards a nasty nature as a bad
and deplorable thing. And, of course, He regards a nice nature as a good
thing-good like bread, or sunshine, or water. But these are the good things
which He gives and we receive. He created Dick's sound nerves and good
digestion, and there is plenty more where they came from. It costs God
nothing, so far as we know, to create nice things: but to convert rebellious
wills cost Him crucifixion. And because they are wills they can-in nice
people just as much as in nasty ones-refuse His request. And then, because
that niceness in Dick was merely part of nature, it will all go to pieces in
the end. Nature herself will all pass away. Natural causes come together in
Dick to make a pleasant psychological pattern, just as they come together in
a sunset to make a pleasant pattern of colours. Presently (for that is how
nature works) they will fall apart again and the pattern in both cases will
disappear. Dick has had the chance to turn (or rather, to allow God to turn)
that momentary pattern into the beauty of an eternal spirit: and he has not
taken it.
There is a paradox here. As long as Dick does not turn to God, he
thinks his niceness is his own, and just as long as he thinks that, it is
not his own. It is when Dick realises that his niceness is not his own but a
gift from God, and when he offers it back to God- it is just then that it
begins to be really his own. For now Dick is beginning to take a share in
his own creation. The only things we can keep are the things we freely give
to God. What we try to keep for ourselves is just what we are sure to lose.
We must, therefore, not be surprised if we find among the Christians
some people who are still nasty. There is even, when you come to think it
over, a reason why nasty people might be expected to turn to Christ in
greater numbers than nice ones. That was what people objected to about
Christ during His life on earth: He seemed to attract "such awful people."
That is what people still object to, and always will. Do you not see why?
Christ said '"Blessed are the poor" and "How hard it is for the rich to
enter the Kingdom," and no doubt He primarily meant the economically rich
and economically poor. But do not His words also apply to another kind of
riches and poverty? One of the dangers of having a lot of money is that you
may be quite satisfied with the kinds of happiness money can give and so
fail to realise your need for God. If everything seems to come simply by
signing checks, you may forget that you are at every moment totally
dependent on God. Now quite plainly, natural gifts carry with them a similar
danger. If you have sound nerves and intelligence and health and popularity
and a good upbringing, you are likely to be quite satisfied with your
character as it is. "Why drag God into it?" you may ask. A certain level of
good conduct comes fairly easily to you. You are not one of those wretched
creatures who are always being tripped up by sex, or dipsomania, or
nervousness, or bad temper. Everyone says you are a nice chap and (between
ourselves) you agree with them. You are quite likely to believe dial all
this niceness is your own doing: and you may easily not feel the need for
any better kind of goodness. Often people who have all these natural kinds
of goodness cannot be brought to recognise their need for Christ at all
until, one day, the natural goodness lets them down and their
self-satisfaction is shattered. In other words, it is hard for those who are
"rich" in this sense to enter the Kingdom.
It is very different for the nasty people-the little, low, timid,
warped, thin-blooded, lonely people, or the passionate, sensual, unbalanced
people. If they make any attempt at goodness at all, they learn, in double
quick time, that they need help. It is Christ or nothing for them. It is
taking up the cross and following-or else despair. They are the lost sheep;
He came specially to find them. They are (in one very real and terrible
sense) the "poor": He blessed diem. They are the "awful set" he goes about
with-and of course the Pharisees say still, as they said from the first, "If
there were anything in Christianity those people would not be Christians."
There is either a warning or an encouragement here for every one of us.
If you are a nice person-if virtue comes easily to you beware! Much is
expected from those to whom much is given. If you mistake for your own
merits what are really God's gifts to you through nature, and if you are
contented with simply being nice, you are still a rebel: and all those gifts
will only make your fall more terrible, your corruption more complicated,
your bad example more disastrous. The Devil was an archangel once; his
natural gifts were as far above yours as yours are above those of a
chimpanzee.
But if you are a poor creature-poisoned by a wretched upbringing in
some house full of vulgar jealousies and senseless quarrels-saddled, by no
choice of your own, with some loathsome sexual perversion-nagged day in and
day out by an inferiority complex that makes you snap at your best
friends-do not despair. He knows all about it. You are one of the poor whom
He blessed. He knows what a wretched machine you are trying to drive. Keep
on. Do what you can. One day (perhaps in another world, but perhaps far
sooner than that) he will fling it on the scrap-heap and give you a new one.
And then you may astonish us all-not least yourself: for you have learned
your driving in a hard school. (Some of the last will be first and some of
the first will be last.)
"Niceness"-wholesome, integrated personality-is an excellent thing. We
must try by every medical, educational, economic, and political means in our
power, to produce a world where as many people as possible grow up "nice";
just as we must try to produce a world where all have plenty to eat. But we
must not suppose that even if we succeeded in making everyone nice we should
have saved their souls. A world of nice people, content in their own
niceness, looking no further, turned away from God, would be just as
desperately in need of salvation as a miserable world-and might even be more
difficult to save.
For mere improvement is not redemption, though redemption always
improves people even here and now and will, in the end, improve them to a
degree we cannot yet imagine. God became man to turn creatures into sons:
not simply to produce better men of the old kind but to produce a new kind
of man. It is not like teaching a horse to jump better and better but like
turning a horse into a winged creature. Of course, once it has got its
wings, it will soar over fences which could never have been jumped and thus
beat the natural horse at its own game. But there may be a period, while the
wings are just beginning to grow, when it cannot do so: and at that stage
the lumps on the shoulders-no one could tell by looking at them that they
are going to be wings-may even give it an awkward appearance.
But perhaps we have already spent too long on this question. If what
you want is an argument against Christianity (and I well remember how
eagerly I looked for such arguments when I began to be afraid it was true)
you can easily find some stupid and unsatisfactory Christian and say, "So
there's your boasted new man! Give me the old kind." But if once you have
begun to see that Christianity is on other grounds probable, you will know
in your heart that this is only evading the issue. What can you ever really
know of other people's souls-of their temptations, their opportunities,
their struggles? One soul in the whole creation you do know: and it is the
only one whose fate is placed in your hands. If there is a God, you are, in
a sense, alone with Him. You cannot put Him off with speculations about your
next door neighbours or memories of what you have read in books. What will
all that chatter and hearsay count (will you even be able to remember it?)
when the anaesthetic fog which we call "nature" or "the real world" fades
away and the Presence in which you have always stood becomes palpable,
immediate, and unavoidable?
In the last chapter I compared Christ's work of making New Men to the
process of turning a horse into a winged creature. I used that extreme
example in order to emphasise the point that it is not mere improvement but
Transformation. The nearest parallel to it in the world of nature is to be
found in the remarkable transformations we can make in insects by applying
certain rays to them. Some people think this is how Evolution worked. The
alterations in creatures on which it all depends may have been produced by
rays coming from outer space. (Of course once the alterations are there,
what they call "Natural Selection" gets to work on them: i.e., the useful
alterations survive and the other ones get weeded out.)
Perhaps a modern man can understand the Christian idea best if he takes
it in connection with Evolution. Everyone now knows about Evolution (though,
of course, some educated people disbelieve it): everyone has been told that
man has evolved from lower types of life. Consequently, people often wonder
"What is the next step? When is the thing beyond man going to appear?"
Imaginative writers try sometimes to picture this next step-the "Superman"
as they call him; but they usually only succeed in picturing someone a good
deal nastier than man as we know him and then try to make up for that by
sticking on extra legs or arms. But supposing the next step was to be
something even more different from the earlier steps than they ever dreamed
of? And is it not very likely it would be? Thousands of centuries ago huge,
very heavily armoured creatures were evolved. If anyone had at that time
been watching the course of Evolution he would probably have expected that
it was going to go on to heavier and heavier armour. But he would have been
wrong. The future had a card up its sleeve which nothing at that time would
have led him to expect. It was going to spring on him little, naked,
unarmoured animals which had better brains: and with those brains they were
going to master the whole planet. They were not merely going to have more
power than the prehistoric monsters, they were going to have a new kind of
power. The next step was not only going to be different, but different with
a new kind of difference. The stream of Evolution was not going to flow on
in the direction in which he saw it flowing: it was in fact going to take a
sharp bend.
Now it seems to me that most of the popular guesses at the Next Step
are making just the same sort of mistake. People see (or at any rate they
think they see) men developing greater brains and getting greater mastery
over nature. And because they think the stream is flowing in that direction,
they imagine it will go on flowing in that direction. But I cannot help
thinking that the Next Step will be really new; it will go off in a
direction you could never have dreamed of. It would hardly be worth calling
a New Step unless it did. I should expect not merely difference but a new
kind of difference. I should expect not merely change but a new method of
producing the change. Or, to make an Irish bull, I should expect the next
stage in Evolution not to be a stage in Evolution at all: should expect the
Evolution itself as a method of producing change, will be superseded. And
finally, I should not be surprised if, when the thing happened, very few
people noticed that it was happening.
Now, if you care to talk in these terms, the Christian view is
precisely that the Next Step has already appeared. And it is really new. It
is not a change from brainy men to brainier men: it is a change that goes
off in a totally different direction-a change from being creatures of God to
being sons of God. The first instance appeared in Palestine two thousand
years ago. In a sense, the change is not "Evolution" at all, because it is
not something arising out of the natural process of events but something
coming into nature from outside. But that is what I should expect. We
arrived at our idea of "Evolution" from studying the past. If there are real
novelties in store then of course our idea, based on the past, will not
really cover them. And in fact this New Step differs from all previous ones
not only in coming from outside nature but in several other ways as well.
(1) It is not carried on by sexual reproduction. Need we be surprised
at that? There was a time before sex had appeared; development used to go on
by different methods. Consequently, we might have expected that there would
come a time when sex disappeared, or else (which is what is actually
happening) a time when sex, though it continued to exist, ceased to be the
main channel of development.
(2) At the earlier stages living organisms have had either no choice or
very little choice about taking the new step. Progress was, in the main,
something that happened to them, not something that they did. But the new
step, the step from being creatures to being sons, is voluntary. At least,
voluntary in one sense. It is not voluntary in the sense that we, of
ourselves, could have chosen to take it or could even have imagined it; but
it is voluntary in the sense that when it is offered to us we can refuse it.
We can, if we please, shrink back: we can dig in our heels and let the new
Humanity go on without us.
(3) I have called Christ the "first instance" of the new man. But of
course He is something much more than that. He is not merely a new man, one
specimen of the species, but the new man. He is the origin and centre and
life of all the new men. He came into the created universe, of His own will,
bringing with Him the Zoe, the new life. (I mean new to us, of course: in
its own place Zoe has existed for ever and ever.) And He transmits it not by
heredity but by what I have called "good infection." Everyone who gets it
gets it by personal contact with Him. Other men become "new" by being "in
Him."
(4) This step is taken at a different speed from the previous ones.
Compared with the development of man on this planet, the diffusion of
Christianity over the human race seems to go like a flash of lightning-for
two thousand years is almost nothing in the history of the universe. (Never
forget that we are all still "the early Christians." The present wicked and
wasteful divisions between us are, let us hope, a disease of infancy: we are
still teething. The outer world, no doubt, thinks just the opposite. It
thinks we are dying of old age. But it has drought that so often before!
Again and again it has thought Christianity was dying, dying by persecutions
from without or corruptions from within, by the rise of Mohammedanism, the
rise of the physical sciences, the rise of great anti-Christian
revolutionary movements. But every time the world has been disappointed. Its
first disappointment was over the crucifixion. The Man came to life again.
In a sense-and I quite realise how frightfully unfair it must seem to
them-that has been happening ever since. They keep on killing the thing that
He started: and each time, just as they are patting down the earth on its
grave, they suddenly hear that it is still alive and has even broken out in
some new place. No wonder they hate us.)
(5) The stakes are higher. By falling back at the earlier steps a
creature lost, at the worst, its few years of life on this earth: very often
it did not lose even that. By falling back at this step we lose a prize
which is (in the strictest sense of the word) infinite. For now the critical
moment has arrived. Century by century God has guided nature up to the point
of producing creatures which can (if they will) be taken right out of
nature, turned into "gods." Will they allow themselves to be taken? In a
way, it is like the crisis of birth. Until we rise and follow Christ we are
still parts of Nature, still in the womb of our great mother. Her pregnancy
has been long and painful and anxious, but it has reached its climax. The
great moment has come. Everything is ready. The Doctor has arrived. Will the
birth "go off all right"? But of course it differs from an ordinary birth in
one important respect. In an ordinary birth the baby has not much choice:
here it has. I wonder what an ordinary baby would do if it had the choice.
It might prefer to stay in the dark and warmth and safety of the womb. For
of course it would think the womb meant safety. That would be just where it
was wrong; for if it stays there it will die.
On this view the thing has happened: the new step has been taken and is
being taken. Already the new men are dotted here and there all over the
earth. Some, as I have admitted, are still hardly recognisable: but others
can be recognised. Every now and then one meets them. Their very voices and
faces are different from ours; stronger, quieter, happier, more radiant.
They begin where most of us leave off. They are, I say, recognisable; but
you must know what to look for. They will not be very like the idea of
"religious people" which you have formed from your general reading. They do
not draw attention to themselves. You tend to think that you are being kind
to them when they are really being kind to you. They love you more than
other men do, but they need you less. (We must get over wanting to be
needed: in some goodish people, specially women, that is the hardest of all
temptations to resist.) They will usually seem to have a lot of time: you
will wonder where it comes from. When you have recognised one of them, you
will recognise the next one much more easily. And I strongly suspect (but
how should I know?) that they recognise one another immediately and
infallibly, across every barrier of colour, sex, class, age, and even of
creeds. In that way, to become holy is rather like joining a secret society.
To put it at the very lowest, it must be great fun.
But you must not imagine that the new men are, in the ordinary sense,
all alike. A good deal of what I have been saying in this last book might
make you suppose that that was bound to be so. To become new men means
losing what we now call "ourselves." Out of ourselves, into Christ, we must
go. His will is to become ours and we are to think His thoughts, to "have
the mind of Christ" as the Bible says. And if Christ is one, and if He is
thus to be "in" us all, shall we not be exactly the same? It certainly
sounds like it; but in fact it is not so.
It is difficult here to get a good illustration; because, of course, no
other two things are related to each other just as the Creator is related to
one of His creatures. But I will try two very imperfect illustrations which
may give a hint of the truth. Imagine a lot of people who have always lived
in the dark. You come and try to describe to them what light is like. You
might tell them that if they come into the light that same light would fall
on them all and they would all reflect it and thus become what we call
visible. Is it not quite possible that they would imagine that, since they
were all receiving the same light, and all reacting to it in the same way
(i.e., all reflecting it), they would all look alike? Whereas you and I know
that the light will in fact bring out, or show up, how different they are.
Or again, suppose a person who knew nothing about salt. You give him a pinch
to taste and he experiences a particular strong, sharp taste. You then tell
him that in your country people use salt in all their cookery. Might he not
reply "In that case I suppose all your dishes taste exactly the same:
because the taste of that stuff you have just given me is so strong that it
will kill the taste of everything else." But you and I know that the real
effect of salt is exactly the opposite. So far from killing the taste of the
egg and the tripe and the cabbage, it actually brings it out. They do not
show their real taste till you have added the salt. (Of course, as I warned
you, this is not really a very good illustration, because you can, after
all, kill the other tastes by putting in too much salt, whereas you cannot
kill the taste of a human personality by putting in too much Christ. I am
doing the best I can.)
It is something like that with Christ and us. The more we get what we
now call "ourselves" out of the way and let Him take us over, the more truly
ourselves we become. There is so much of Him that millions and millions of
"little Christs," all different, will still be too few to express Him fully.
He made them all. He invented-as an author invents characters in a novel-all
the different men that you and I were intended to be. In that sense our real
selves are all waiting for us in Him. It is no good trying to "be myself"
without Him. The more I resist Him and try to live on my own, the more I
become dominated by my own heredity and upbringing and surroundings and
natural desires. In fact what I so proudly call "Myself" becomes merely the
meeting place for trains of events which I never started and which I cannot
stop. What I call "My wishes" become merely the desires thrown up by my
physical organism or pumped into me by other men's thoughts or even
suggested to me by devils. Eggs and alcohol and a good night's sleep will be
the real origins of what I flatter myself by regarding as my own highly
personal and discriminating decision to make love to the girl opposite to me
in the railway carriage. Propaganda will be the real origin of what I regard
as my own personal political ideals, I am not, in my natural state, nearly
so much of a person as I like to believe: most of what I call "me" can be
very easily explained. It is when I turn to Christ, when I give myself up to
His Personality, that I first begin to have a real personality of my own. At
the beginning I said there were Personalities in God. I will go further now.
There are no real personalities anywhere else. Until you have given up your
self to Him you will not have a real self. Sameness is to be found most
among the most "natural" men, not among those who surrender to Christ. How
monotonously alike all the great tyrants and conquerors have been: how
gloriously different are the saints.
But there must be a real giving up of the self. You must throw it away
"blindly" so to speak. Christ will indeed give you a real personality: but
you must not go to Him for the sake of that. As long as your own personality
is what you are bothering about you are not going to Him at all. The very
first step is to try to forget about the self altogether. Your real, new
self (which is Christ's and also yours, and yours just because it is His)
will not come as long as you are looking for it. It will come when you are
looking for Him. Does that sound strange? The same principle holds, you
know, for more everyday matters. Even in social life, you will never make a
good impression on other people until you stop thinking about what sort of
impression you are making. Even in literature and art, no man who bothers
about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell
the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you
will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.
The principle runs through all life from top to bottom. Give up your self,
and you will find your real self. Lose your life and you will save it.
Submit to death, death of your ambitions and favourite wishes every day and
death of your whole body in the end: submit with every fibre of your being,
and you will find eternal life. Keep back nothing. Nothing that you have not
given away will ever be really yours. Nothing in you that has not died will
ever be raised from the dead. Look for yourself, and you will find in the
long run only hatred, loneliness, despair, rage, ruin, and decay. But look
for Christ and you will find Him, and with Him everything else thrown in.
minute he says, "My yoke is easy and my burden light." He means both. And
one can just see why both are true.
Teachers will tell you that the laziest boy in the class is the one who
works hardest in the end. They mean this. If you give two boys, say, a
proposition in geometry to do, the one who is prepared to take trouble will
try to understand it. The lazy boy will try to learn it by heart because,
for the moment, that needs less effort. But six months later, when they are
preparing for an exam., that lazy boy is doing hours and hours of miserable
drudgery over things the other boy understands, and positively enjoys, in a
few minutes. Laziness means more work in the long run. Or look at it this
way. In a battle, or in mountain climbing, there is often one thing which it
takes a lot of pluck to do; but it is also, in the long run, the safest
thing to do. If you funk it, you will find yourself, hours later, in far
worse danger. The cowardly thing is also the most dangerous thing.
It is like that here. The terrible thing, the almost impossible thing,
is to hand over your whole self-all your wishes and precautions-to Christ.
But it is far easier than what we are all trying to do instead. For what we
are trying to do is to remain what we call "ourselves," to keep personal
happiness as our great aim in life, and yet at the same time be "good." We
are all trying to let our mind and heart go their own way-centred on money
or pleasure or ambition-and hoping, in spite of this, to behave honestly and
chastely and humbly. And that is exactly what Christ warned us you could not
do. As He said, a thistle cannot produce figs. If I am a field that contains
nothing but grass-seed, I cannot produce wheat. Cutting the grass may keep
it short: but I shall still produce grass and no wheat. If I want to produce
wheat, the change must go deeper than the surface. I must be ploughed up and
re-sown.
That is why the real problem of the Christian life comes where people
do not usually look for it. It comes the very moment you wake up each
morning. All your wishes and hopes for the day rush at you like wild
animals. And the first job each morning consists simply in shoving them all
back; in listening to that other voice, taking that other point of view,
letting that other larger, stronger, quieter life come flowing in. And so
on, all day. Standing back from all your natural fussings and frettings;
coming in out of the wind.
We can only do it for moments at first. But from those moments the new
sort of life will be spreading through our system: because now we are
letting Him work at the right part of us. It is the difference between
paint, which is merely laid on the surface, and a dye or stain which soaks
right through. He never talked vague, idealistic gas. When he said, "Be
perfect," He meant it. He meant that we must go in for the full treatment.
It is hard; but the sort of compromise we are all hankering after is
harder-in fact, it is impossible. It may be hard for an egg to turn into a
bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while
remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on
indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go
bad.
May I come back to what I said before? This is the whole of
Christianity. There is nothing else. It is so easy to get muddled about
that. It is easy to think that the Church has a lot of different
objects-education, building, missions, holding services. Just as it is easy
to think the State has a lot of different objects-military, political,
economic, and what not. But in a way things are much simpler than that. The
State exists simply to promote and to protect the ordinary happiness of
human beings in this life. A husband and wife chatting over a fire, a couple
of friends having a game of darts in a pub, a man reading a book in his own
room or digging in his own garden-that is what the State is there for. And
unless they are helping to increase and prolong and protect such moments,
all the laws, parliaments, armies, courts, police, economics, etc., are
simply a waste of time. In the same way the Church exists for nothing else
but to draw men into Christ, to make them little Christs. If they are not
doing that, all the cathedrals, clergy, missions, sermons, even the Bible
itself, are simply a waste of time. God became Man for no other purpose. It
is even doubtful, you know, whether the whole universe was created for any
other purpose. It says in the Bible that the whole universe was made for
Christ and that everything is to be gathered together in Him. I do not
suppose any of us can understand how this will happen as regards the whole
universe. We do not know what (if anything) lives in the parts of it that
are millions of miles away from this Earth. Even on this Earth we do not
know how it applies to things other than men. After all, that is what you
would expect. We have been shown the plan only in so far as it concerns
ourselves.
I sometimes like to imagine that I can just see how it might apply to
other things. I think I can see how the higher animals are in a sense drawn
into Man when he loves them and makes them (as he does) much more nearly
human than they would otherwise be. I can even see a sense in which the dead
things and plants are drawn into Man as he studies them and uses and
appreciates them. And if there were intelligent creatures in other worlds
they might do the same with their worlds. It might be that when intelligent
creatures entered into Christ they would, in that way, bring all the other
things in along with them. But I do not know: it is only a guess.
What we have been told is how we men can be drawn into Christ -can
become part of that wonderful present which the young Prince of the universe
wants to offer to His Father-that present which is Himself and therefore us
in Him. It is the only thing we were made for. And there are strange,
exciting hints in the Bible that when we are drawn in, a great many other
things in Nature will begin to come right. The bad dream will be over: it
will be morning.
I find a good many people have been bothered by what I said in the last
chapter about Our Lord's words, "Be ye perfect." Some people seem to think
this means "Unless you are perfect, I will not help you"; and as we cannot
be perfect, then, if He meant that, our position is hopeless. But I do not
think He did mean that. I think He meant "The only help I will give is help
to become perfect. You may want something less: but I will give you nothing
less."
Let me explain. When I was a child I often had toothache, and I knew
that if I went to my mother she would give me something which would deaden
the pain for that night and let me get to sleep. But I did not go to my
mother-at least, not till the pain became very bad. And the reason I did not
go was this. I did not doubt she would give me the aspirin; but I knew she
would also do something else. I knew she would take me to the dentist next
morning. I could not get what I wanted out of her without getting something
more, which I did not want. I wanted immediate relief from pain: but I could
not get it without having my teeth set permanently right. And I knew those
dentists; I knew they started fiddling about with all sorts of other teeth
which had not yet begun to ache. They would not let sleeping dogs lie; if
you gave them an inch they took an ell.
Now, if I may put it that way, Our Lord is like the dentists. If you
give Him an inch, He will take an ell. Dozens of people go to Him to be
cured of some one particular sin which they are ashamed of (like
masturbation or physical cowardice) or which is obviously spoiling daily
life (like bad temper or drunkenness). Well, He will cure it all right: but
He will not stop there. That may be all you asked; but if once you call Him
in, He will give you the full treatment.
That is why He warned people to "count the cost" before becoming
Christians. "Make no mistake," He says, "if you let me, I will make you
perfect. The moment you put yourself in My hands, that is what you are in
for. Nothing less, or other, than that. You have free will, and if you
choose, you can push Me away. But if you do not push Me away, understand
that I am going to see this job through. Whatever suffering it may cost you
in your earthly life, whatever inconceivable purification it may cost you
after death, whatever it costs Me, I will never rest, nor let you rest,
until you are literally perfect-until my Father can say without reservation
that He is well pleased with you, as He said He was well pleased with me.
This I can do and will do. But I will not do anything less."
And yet-this is the other and equally important side of it- this Helper
who will, in the long run, be satisfied with nothing less than absolute
perfection, will also be delighted with the first feeble, stumbling effort
you make tomorrow to do the simplest duty. As a great Christian writer
(George MacDonald) pointed out, every father is pleased at the baby's first
attempt to walk: no father would be satisfied with anything less than a
firm, free, manly walk in a grown-up son. In the same way, he said, "God is
easy to please, but hard to satisfy."
The practical upshot is this. On the one hand, God's demand for
perfection need not discourage you in the least in your present attempts to
be good, or even in your present failures. Each time you fall He will pick
you up again. And He knows perfectly well that your own efforts are never
going to bring you anywhere near perfection. On the other hand, you must
realise from the outset that the goal towards which He is beginning to guide
you is absolute perfection; and no power in the whole universe, except you
yourself, can prevent Him from taking you to that goal. That is what you are
in for. And it is very important to realise that. If we do not, then we are
very likely to start pulling back and resisting Him after a certain point. I
think that many of us, when Christ has enabled us to overcome one or two
sins that were an obvious nuisance, are inclined to feel (though we do not
out it into words) that we are now good enough. He has done all we wanted
Him to do, and we should be obliged if He would now leave us alone. As we
say "I never expected to be a saint, I only wanted to be a decent ordinary
chap." And we imagine when we say this that we are being humble.
But this is the fatal mistake. Of course we never wanted, and never
asked, to be made into the sort of creatures He is going to make us into.
But the question is not what we intended ourselves to be, but what He
intended us to be when He made us. He is the inventor, we are only the
machine. He is the painter, we are only the picture. How should we know what
He means us to be like? You see, He has already made us something very
different from what we were. Long ago, before we were born, when we were
inside our mothers' bodies, we passed through various stages. We were once
rather like vegetables, and once rather like fish; it was only at a later
stage that we became like human babies. And if we had been conscious at
those earlier stages, I daresay we should have been quite contented to stay
as vegetables or fish-should not have wanted to be made into babies. But all
the time He knew His plan for us and was determined to carry it out.
Something the same is now happening at a higher level. We may be content to
remain what we call "ordinary people": but He is determined to carry out a
quite different plan. To shrink back from that plan is not humility; it is
laziness and cowardice. To submit to it is not conceit or megalomania; it is
obedience.
Here is another way of putting the two sides of the truth. On the one
hand we must never imagine that our own unaided efforts can be relied on to
carry us even through the next twenty-four hours as "decent" people. If He
does not support us, not one of us is safe from some gross sin. On the other
hand, no possible degree of holiness or heroism which has ever been recorded
of the greatest saints is beyond what He is determined to produce in every
one of us in the end. The job will not be completed in this life: but He
means to get us as far as possible before death.
That is why we must not be surprised if we are in for a rough time.
When a man turns to Christ and seems to be getting on pretty well (in the
sense that some of his bad habits are now corrected), he often feels that it
would now be natural if things went fairly smoothly. When troubles come
along-illnesses, money troubles, new kinds of temptation-he is disappointed.
These things, he feels, might have been necessary to rouse him and make him
repent in his bad old days; but why now? Because God is forcing him on, or
up, to a higher level: putting him into situations where he will have to be
very much braver, or more patient, or more loving, than he ever dreamed of
being before. It seems to us all unnecessary: but that is because we have
not yet had the slightest notion of the tremendous thing He means to make of
us.
I find I must borrow yet another parable from George MacDonald. Imagine
yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first,
perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right
and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on: you knew that those jobs
needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently he starts knocking
the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make
sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building
quite a different house from the one you thought of- throwing out a new wing
here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards.
You thought you were going to be made into a decent little cottage: but He
is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.
The command Be ye perfect is not idealistic gas. Nor is it a command to
do the impossible. He is going to make us into creatures that can obey that
command. He said (in the Bible) that we were "gods" and He is going to make
good His words. If we let Him-for we can prevent Him, if we choose-He will
make the feeblest and filthiest of us into a god or goddess, a dazzling,
radiant, immortal creature, pulsating all through with such energy and joy
and wisdom and love as we cannot now imagine, a bright stainless mirror
which reflects back to God perfectly (though, of course, on a smaller scale)
His own boundless power and delight and goodness. The process will be long
and in parts very painful; but that is what we are in for. Nothing less. He
meant what He said.
He meant what He said. Those who put themselves in His hands will
become perfect, as He is perfect-perfect in love, wisdom, joy, beauty, and
immortality. The change will not be completed in this life, for death is an
important part of the treatment. How far the change will have gone before
death in any particular Christian is uncertain.
I think this is the right moment to consider a question which is often
asked: If Christianity is true why are not all Christians obviously nicer
than all non-Christians? What lies behind that question is partly something
very reasonable and partly something that is not reasonable at all. The
reasonable part is this. If conversion to Christianity makes no improvement
in a man's outward actions -if he continues to be just as snobbish or
spiteful or envious or ambitious as he was before-then I think we must
suspect that his "conversion" was largely imaginary; and after one's
original conversion, every time one thinks one has made an advance, that is
the test to apply. Fine feelings, new insights, greater interest in
"religion" mean nothing unless they make our actual behaviour better; just
as in an illness "feeling better" is not much good if the thermometer shows
that your temperature is still going up. In that sense the outer world is
quite right to judge Christianity by its results. Christ told us to judge by
results. A tree is known by its fruit; or, as we say, the proof of the
pudding is in the eating. When we Christians behave badly, or fail to behave
well, we are making Christianity unbelievable to the outside world. The
wartime posters told us that Careless Talk costs Lives. It is equally true
that Careless Lives cost Talk. Our careless lives set the outer world
talking; and we give them grounds for talking in a way that throws doubt on
the truth of Christianity itself.
But there is another way of demanding results in which the outer world
may be quite illogical. They may demand not merely that each man's life
should improve if he becomes a Christian: they may also demand before they
believe in Christianity that they should see the whole world neatly divided
into two camps -Christian and non-Christian-and that all the people in the
first camp at any given moment should be obviously nicer than all the people
in the second. This is unreasonable on several grounds.
(1) In the first place the situation in the actual world is much more
complicated than that. The world does not consist of 100 per cent Christians
and 100 per cent non-Christians. There are people (a great many of them) who
are slowly ceasing to be Christians but who still call themselves by that
name: some of them are clergymen. There are other people who are slowly
becoming Christians though they do not yet call themselves so. There are
people who do not accept the full Christian doctrine about Christ but who
are so strongly attracted by Him that they are His in a much deeper sense
than they themselves understand. There are people in other religions who are
being led by God's secret influence to concentrate on those parts of their
religion which are in agreement with Christianity, and who thus belong to
Christ without knowing it. For example, a Buddhist of good will may be led
to concentrate more and more on the Buddhist teaching about mercy and to
leave in the background (though he might still say he believed) the Buddhist
teaching on certain other points. Many of the good Pagans long before
Christ's birth may have been in this position. And always, of course, there
are a great many people who are just confused in mind and have a lot of
inconsistent beliefs all jumbled up together. Consequently, it is not much
use trying to make judgments about Christians and non-Christians in the
mass. It is some use comparing cats and dogs, or even men and women, in the
mass, because there one knows definitely which is which. Also, an animal
does not turn (either slowly or suddenly) from a dog into a cat. But when we
are comparing Christians in general with non-Christians in general, we are
usually not thinking about real people whom we know at all, but only about
two vague ideas which we have got from novels and newspapers. If you want to
compare the bad Christian and the good Atheist, you must think about two
real specimens whom you have actually met. Unless we come down to brass
tacks in that way, we shall only be wasting time.
(2) Suppose we have come down to brass tacks and are now talking not
about an imaginary Christian and an imaginary non-Christian, but about two
real people in our own neighbourhood. Even then we must be careful to ask
the right question. If Christianity is true then it ought to follow (a) That
any Christian will be nicer than the same person would be if he were not a
Christian. (b) That any man who becomes a Christian will be nicer than he
was before. Just in the same way, if the advertisements of White-smile's
toothpaste are true it ought to follow (a) That anyone who uses it will have
better teeth than the same person would have if he did not use it. (b) That
if anyone begins to use it his teeth will improve. But to point out that I,
who use Whitesmile's (and also have inherited bad teeth from both my
parents), have not got as fine a set as some healthy young Negro who never
used toothpaste at all, does not, by itself, prove that the advertisements
are untrue. Christian Miss Bates may have an unkinder tongue than
unbelieving Dick Firkin. That, by itself, does not tell us whether
Christianity works. The question is what Miss Bates's tongue would be like
if she were not a Christian and what Dick's would be like if he became one.
Miss Bates and Dick, as a result of natural causes and early upbringing,
have certain temperaments: Christianity professes to put both temperaments
under new management if they will allow it to do so. What you have a right
to ask is whether that management, if allowed to take over, improves the
concern. Everyone knows that what is being managed in Dick Firkin's case is
much "nicer" than what is being managed in Miss Bates's. That is not the
point. To judge the management of a factory, you must consider not only the
output but the plant. Considering the plant at Factory A it may be a wonder
that it turns out anything at all; considering the first-class outfit at
Factory B its output, though high, may be a great deal lower than it ought
to be. No doubt the good manager at Factory A is going to put in new
machinery as soon as he can, but that takes time. In the meantime low output
does not prove that he is a failure.
(3) And now, let us go a little deeper. The manager is going to put in
new machinery: before Christ has finished with Miss Bates, she is going to
be very "nice" indeed. But if we left it at that, it would sound as though
Christ's only aim was to pull Miss Bates up to the same level on which Dick
had been all along. We have been talking, in fact, as if Dick were all
right; as if Christianity was something nasty people needed and nice ones
could afford to do without; and as if niceness was all that God demanded.
But this would be a fatal mistake. The truth is that in God's eyes Dick
Firkin needs "saving" every bit as much as Miss Bates. In one sense (I will
explain what sense in a moment) niceness hardly comes into the question.
You cannot expect God to look at Dick's placid temper and friendly
disposition exactly as we do. They result from natural causes which God
Himself creates. Being merely temperamental, they will all disappear if
Dick's digestion alters. The niceness, in fact, is God's gift to Dick, not
Dick's gift to God. In the same way, God has allowed natural causes, working
in a world spoiled by centuries of sin, to produce in Miss Bates the narrow
mind and jangled nerves which account for most of her nastiness. He intends,
in His own good time, to set that part of her right. But that is not, for
God, the critical part of the business. It presents no difficulties. It is
not what He is anxious about. What He is watching and waiting and working
for is something that is not easy even for God, because, from the nature of
the case, even He cannot produce it by a mere act of power. He is waiting
and watching for it both in Miss Bates and in Dick Firkin. It is something
they can freely give Him or freely refuse to Him. Will they, or will they
not, turn to Him and thus fulfil the only purpose for which they were
created? Their free will is trembling inside them like the needle of a
compass. But this is a needle that can choose. It can point to its true
North; but it need not. Will the needle swing round, and settle, and point
to God?
He can help it to do so. He cannot force it. He cannot, so to speak,
put out His own hand and pull it into the right position, for then it would
not be free will any more. Will it point North? That is the question on
which all hangs. Will Miss Bates and Dick offer their natures to God? The
question whether the natures they offer or withhold are, at that moment,
nice or nasty ones, is of secondary importance. God can see to that part of
the problem.
Do not misunderstand me. Of course God regards a nasty nature as a bad
and deplorable thing. And, of course, He regards a nice nature as a good
thing-good like bread, or sunshine, or water. But these are the good things
which He gives and we receive. He created Dick's sound nerves and good
digestion, and there is plenty more where they came from. It costs God
nothing, so far as we know, to create nice things: but to convert rebellious
wills cost Him crucifixion. And because they are wills they can-in nice
people just as much as in nasty ones-refuse His request. And then, because
that niceness in Dick was merely part of nature, it will all go to pieces in
the end. Nature herself will all pass away. Natural causes come together in
Dick to make a pleasant psychological pattern, just as they come together in
a sunset to make a pleasant pattern of colours. Presently (for that is how
nature works) they will fall apart again and the pattern in both cases will
disappear. Dick has had the chance to turn (or rather, to allow God to turn)
that momentary pattern into the beauty of an eternal spirit: and he has not
taken it.
There is a paradox here. As long as Dick does not turn to God, he
thinks his niceness is his own, and just as long as he thinks that, it is
not his own. It is when Dick realises that his niceness is not his own but a
gift from God, and when he offers it back to God- it is just then that it
begins to be really his own. For now Dick is beginning to take a share in
his own creation. The only things we can keep are the things we freely give
to God. What we try to keep for ourselves is just what we are sure to lose.
We must, therefore, not be surprised if we find among the Christians
some people who are still nasty. There is even, when you come to think it
over, a reason why nasty people might be expected to turn to Christ in
greater numbers than nice ones. That was what people objected to about
Christ during His life on earth: He seemed to attract "such awful people."
That is what people still object to, and always will. Do you not see why?
Christ said '"Blessed are the poor" and "How hard it is for the rich to
enter the Kingdom," and no doubt He primarily meant the economically rich
and economically poor. But do not His words also apply to another kind of
riches and poverty? One of the dangers of having a lot of money is that you
may be quite satisfied with the kinds of happiness money can give and so
fail to realise your need for God. If everything seems to come simply by
signing checks, you may forget that you are at every moment totally
dependent on God. Now quite plainly, natural gifts carry with them a similar
danger. If you have sound nerves and intelligence and health and popularity
and a good upbringing, you are likely to be quite satisfied with your
character as it is. "Why drag God into it?" you may ask. A certain level of
good conduct comes fairly easily to you. You are not one of those wretched
creatures who are always being tripped up by sex, or dipsomania, or
nervousness, or bad temper. Everyone says you are a nice chap and (between
ourselves) you agree with them. You are quite likely to believe dial all
this niceness is your own doing: and you may easily not feel the need for
any better kind of goodness. Often people who have all these natural kinds
of goodness cannot be brought to recognise their need for Christ at all
until, one day, the natural goodness lets them down and their
self-satisfaction is shattered. In other words, it is hard for those who are
"rich" in this sense to enter the Kingdom.
It is very different for the nasty people-the little, low, timid,
warped, thin-blooded, lonely people, or the passionate, sensual, unbalanced
people. If they make any attempt at goodness at all, they learn, in double
quick time, that they need help. It is Christ or nothing for them. It is
taking up the cross and following-or else despair. They are the lost sheep;
He came specially to find them. They are (in one very real and terrible
sense) the "poor": He blessed diem. They are the "awful set" he goes about
with-and of course the Pharisees say still, as they said from the first, "If
there were anything in Christianity those people would not be Christians."
There is either a warning or an encouragement here for every one of us.
If you are a nice person-if virtue comes easily to you beware! Much is
expected from those to whom much is given. If you mistake for your own
merits what are really God's gifts to you through nature, and if you are
contented with simply being nice, you are still a rebel: and all those gifts
will only make your fall more terrible, your corruption more complicated,
your bad example more disastrous. The Devil was an archangel once; his
natural gifts were as far above yours as yours are above those of a
chimpanzee.
But if you are a poor creature-poisoned by a wretched upbringing in
some house full of vulgar jealousies and senseless quarrels-saddled, by no
choice of your own, with some loathsome sexual perversion-nagged day in and
day out by an inferiority complex that makes you snap at your best
friends-do not despair. He knows all about it. You are one of the poor whom
He blessed. He knows what a wretched machine you are trying to drive. Keep
on. Do what you can. One day (perhaps in another world, but perhaps far
sooner than that) he will fling it on the scrap-heap and give you a new one.
And then you may astonish us all-not least yourself: for you have learned
your driving in a hard school. (Some of the last will be first and some of
the first will be last.)
"Niceness"-wholesome, integrated personality-is an excellent thing. We
must try by every medical, educational, economic, and political means in our
power, to produce a world where as many people as possible grow up "nice";
just as we must try to produce a world where all have plenty to eat. But we
must not suppose that even if we succeeded in making everyone nice we should
have saved their souls. A world of nice people, content in their own
niceness, looking no further, turned away from God, would be just as
desperately in need of salvation as a miserable world-and might even be more
difficult to save.
For mere improvement is not redemption, though redemption always
improves people even here and now and will, in the end, improve them to a
degree we cannot yet imagine. God became man to turn creatures into sons:
not simply to produce better men of the old kind but to produce a new kind
of man. It is not like teaching a horse to jump better and better but like
turning a horse into a winged creature. Of course, once it has got its
wings, it will soar over fences which could never have been jumped and thus
beat the natural horse at its own game. But there may be a period, while the
wings are just beginning to grow, when it cannot do so: and at that stage
the lumps on the shoulders-no one could tell by looking at them that they
are going to be wings-may even give it an awkward appearance.
But perhaps we have already spent too long on this question. If what
you want is an argument against Christianity (and I well remember how
eagerly I looked for such arguments when I began to be afraid it was true)
you can easily find some stupid and unsatisfactory Christian and say, "So
there's your boasted new man! Give me the old kind." But if once you have
begun to see that Christianity is on other grounds probable, you will know
in your heart that this is only evading the issue. What can you ever really
know of other people's souls-of their temptations, their opportunities,
their struggles? One soul in the whole creation you do know: and it is the
only one whose fate is placed in your hands. If there is a God, you are, in
a sense, alone with Him. You cannot put Him off with speculations about your
next door neighbours or memories of what you have read in books. What will
all that chatter and hearsay count (will you even be able to remember it?)
when the anaesthetic fog which we call "nature" or "the real world" fades
away and the Presence in which you have always stood becomes palpable,
immediate, and unavoidable?
In the last chapter I compared Christ's work of making New Men to the
process of turning a horse into a winged creature. I used that extreme
example in order to emphasise the point that it is not mere improvement but
Transformation. The nearest parallel to it in the world of nature is to be
found in the remarkable transformations we can make in insects by applying
certain rays to them. Some people think this is how Evolution worked. The
alterations in creatures on which it all depends may have been produced by
rays coming from outer space. (Of course once the alterations are there,
what they call "Natural Selection" gets to work on them: i.e., the useful
alterations survive and the other ones get weeded out.)
Perhaps a modern man can understand the Christian idea best if he takes
it in connection with Evolution. Everyone now knows about Evolution (though,
of course, some educated people disbelieve it): everyone has been told that
man has evolved from lower types of life. Consequently, people often wonder
"What is the next step? When is the thing beyond man going to appear?"
Imaginative writers try sometimes to picture this next step-the "Superman"
as they call him; but they usually only succeed in picturing someone a good
deal nastier than man as we know him and then try to make up for that by
sticking on extra legs or arms. But supposing the next step was to be
something even more different from the earlier steps than they ever dreamed
of? And is it not very likely it would be? Thousands of centuries ago huge,
very heavily armoured creatures were evolved. If anyone had at that time
been watching the course of Evolution he would probably have expected that
it was going to go on to heavier and heavier armour. But he would have been
wrong. The future had a card up its sleeve which nothing at that time would
have led him to expect. It was going to spring on him little, naked,
unarmoured animals which had better brains: and with those brains they were
going to master the whole planet. They were not merely going to have more
power than the prehistoric monsters, they were going to have a new kind of
power. The next step was not only going to be different, but different with
a new kind of difference. The stream of Evolution was not going to flow on
in the direction in which he saw it flowing: it was in fact going to take a
sharp bend.
Now it seems to me that most of the popular guesses at the Next Step
are making just the same sort of mistake. People see (or at any rate they
think they see) men developing greater brains and getting greater mastery
over nature. And because they think the stream is flowing in that direction,
they imagine it will go on flowing in that direction. But I cannot help
thinking that the Next Step will be really new; it will go off in a
direction you could never have dreamed of. It would hardly be worth calling
a New Step unless it did. I should expect not merely difference but a new
kind of difference. I should expect not merely change but a new method of
producing the change. Or, to make an Irish bull, I should expect the next
stage in Evolution not to be a stage in Evolution at all: should expect the
Evolution itself as a method of producing change, will be superseded. And
finally, I should not be surprised if, when the thing happened, very few
people noticed that it was happening.
Now, if you care to talk in these terms, the Christian view is
precisely that the Next Step has already appeared. And it is really new. It
is not a change from brainy men to brainier men: it is a change that goes
off in a totally different direction-a change from being creatures of God to
being sons of God. The first instance appeared in Palestine two thousand
years ago. In a sense, the change is not "Evolution" at all, because it is
not something arising out of the natural process of events but something
coming into nature from outside. But that is what I should expect. We
arrived at our idea of "Evolution" from studying the past. If there are real
novelties in store then of course our idea, based on the past, will not
really cover them. And in fact this New Step differs from all previous ones
not only in coming from outside nature but in several other ways as well.
(1) It is not carried on by sexual reproduction. Need we be surprised
at that? There was a time before sex had appeared; development used to go on
by different methods. Consequently, we might have expected that there would
come a time when sex disappeared, or else (which is what is actually
happening) a time when sex, though it continued to exist, ceased to be the
main channel of development.
(2) At the earlier stages living organisms have had either no choice or
very little choice about taking the new step. Progress was, in the main,
something that happened to them, not something that they did. But the new
step, the step from being creatures to being sons, is voluntary. At least,
voluntary in one sense. It is not voluntary in the sense that we, of
ourselves, could have chosen to take it or could even have imagined it; but
it is voluntary in the sense that when it is offered to us we can refuse it.
We can, if we please, shrink back: we can dig in our heels and let the new
Humanity go on without us.
(3) I have called Christ the "first instance" of the new man. But of
course He is something much more than that. He is not merely a new man, one
specimen of the species, but the new man. He is the origin and centre and
life of all the new men. He came into the created universe, of His own will,
bringing with Him the Zoe, the new life. (I mean new to us, of course: in
its own place Zoe has existed for ever and ever.) And He transmits it not by
heredity but by what I have called "good infection." Everyone who gets it
gets it by personal contact with Him. Other men become "new" by being "in
Him."
(4) This step is taken at a different speed from the previous ones.
Compared with the development of man on this planet, the diffusion of
Christianity over the human race seems to go like a flash of lightning-for
two thousand years is almost nothing in the history of the universe. (Never
forget that we are all still "the early Christians." The present wicked and
wasteful divisions between us are, let us hope, a disease of infancy: we are
still teething. The outer world, no doubt, thinks just the opposite. It
thinks we are dying of old age. But it has drought that so often before!
Again and again it has thought Christianity was dying, dying by persecutions
from without or corruptions from within, by the rise of Mohammedanism, the
rise of the physical sciences, the rise of great anti-Christian
revolutionary movements. But every time the world has been disappointed. Its
first disappointment was over the crucifixion. The Man came to life again.
In a sense-and I quite realise how frightfully unfair it must seem to
them-that has been happening ever since. They keep on killing the thing that
He started: and each time, just as they are patting down the earth on its
grave, they suddenly hear that it is still alive and has even broken out in
some new place. No wonder they hate us.)
(5) The stakes are higher. By falling back at the earlier steps a
creature lost, at the worst, its few years of life on this earth: very often
it did not lose even that. By falling back at this step we lose a prize
which is (in the strictest sense of the word) infinite. For now the critical
moment has arrived. Century by century God has guided nature up to the point
of producing creatures which can (if they will) be taken right out of
nature, turned into "gods." Will they allow themselves to be taken? In a
way, it is like the crisis of birth. Until we rise and follow Christ we are
still parts of Nature, still in the womb of our great mother. Her pregnancy
has been long and painful and anxious, but it has reached its climax. The
great moment has come. Everything is ready. The Doctor has arrived. Will the
birth "go off all right"? But of course it differs from an ordinary birth in
one important respect. In an ordinary birth the baby has not much choice:
here it has. I wonder what an ordinary baby would do if it had the choice.
It might prefer to stay in the dark and warmth and safety of the womb. For
of course it would think the womb meant safety. That would be just where it
was wrong; for if it stays there it will die.
On this view the thing has happened: the new step has been taken and is
being taken. Already the new men are dotted here and there all over the
earth. Some, as I have admitted, are still hardly recognisable: but others
can be recognised. Every now and then one meets them. Their very voices and
faces are different from ours; stronger, quieter, happier, more radiant.
They begin where most of us leave off. They are, I say, recognisable; but
you must know what to look for. They will not be very like the idea of
"religious people" which you have formed from your general reading. They do
not draw attention to themselves. You tend to think that you are being kind
to them when they are really being kind to you. They love you more than
other men do, but they need you less. (We must get over wanting to be
needed: in some goodish people, specially women, that is the hardest of all
temptations to resist.) They will usually seem to have a lot of time: you
will wonder where it comes from. When you have recognised one of them, you
will recognise the next one much more easily. And I strongly suspect (but
how should I know?) that they recognise one another immediately and
infallibly, across every barrier of colour, sex, class, age, and even of
creeds. In that way, to become holy is rather like joining a secret society.
To put it at the very lowest, it must be great fun.
But you must not imagine that the new men are, in the ordinary sense,
all alike. A good deal of what I have been saying in this last book might
make you suppose that that was bound to be so. To become new men means
losing what we now call "ourselves." Out of ourselves, into Christ, we must
go. His will is to become ours and we are to think His thoughts, to "have
the mind of Christ" as the Bible says. And if Christ is one, and if He is
thus to be "in" us all, shall we not be exactly the same? It certainly
sounds like it; but in fact it is not so.
It is difficult here to get a good illustration; because, of course, no
other two things are related to each other just as the Creator is related to
one of His creatures. But I will try two very imperfect illustrations which
may give a hint of the truth. Imagine a lot of people who have always lived
in the dark. You come and try to describe to them what light is like. You
might tell them that if they come into the light that same light would fall
on them all and they would all reflect it and thus become what we call
visible. Is it not quite possible that they would imagine that, since they
were all receiving the same light, and all reacting to it in the same way
(i.e., all reflecting it), they would all look alike? Whereas you and I know
that the light will in fact bring out, or show up, how different they are.
Or again, suppose a person who knew nothing about salt. You give him a pinch
to taste and he experiences a particular strong, sharp taste. You then tell
him that in your country people use salt in all their cookery. Might he not
reply "In that case I suppose all your dishes taste exactly the same:
because the taste of that stuff you have just given me is so strong that it
will kill the taste of everything else." But you and I know that the real
effect of salt is exactly the opposite. So far from killing the taste of the
egg and the tripe and the cabbage, it actually brings it out. They do not
show their real taste till you have added the salt. (Of course, as I warned
you, this is not really a very good illustration, because you can, after
all, kill the other tastes by putting in too much salt, whereas you cannot
kill the taste of a human personality by putting in too much Christ. I am
doing the best I can.)
It is something like that with Christ and us. The more we get what we
now call "ourselves" out of the way and let Him take us over, the more truly
ourselves we become. There is so much of Him that millions and millions of
"little Christs," all different, will still be too few to express Him fully.
He made them all. He invented-as an author invents characters in a novel-all
the different men that you and I were intended to be. In that sense our real
selves are all waiting for us in Him. It is no good trying to "be myself"
without Him. The more I resist Him and try to live on my own, the more I
become dominated by my own heredity and upbringing and surroundings and
natural desires. In fact what I so proudly call "Myself" becomes merely the
meeting place for trains of events which I never started and which I cannot
stop. What I call "My wishes" become merely the desires thrown up by my
physical organism or pumped into me by other men's thoughts or even
suggested to me by devils. Eggs and alcohol and a good night's sleep will be
the real origins of what I flatter myself by regarding as my own highly
personal and discriminating decision to make love to the girl opposite to me
in the railway carriage. Propaganda will be the real origin of what I regard
as my own personal political ideals, I am not, in my natural state, nearly
so much of a person as I like to believe: most of what I call "me" can be
very easily explained. It is when I turn to Christ, when I give myself up to
His Personality, that I first begin to have a real personality of my own. At
the beginning I said there were Personalities in God. I will go further now.
There are no real personalities anywhere else. Until you have given up your
self to Him you will not have a real self. Sameness is to be found most
among the most "natural" men, not among those who surrender to Christ. How
monotonously alike all the great tyrants and conquerors have been: how
gloriously different are the saints.
But there must be a real giving up of the self. You must throw it away
"blindly" so to speak. Christ will indeed give you a real personality: but
you must not go to Him for the sake of that. As long as your own personality
is what you are bothering about you are not going to Him at all. The very
first step is to try to forget about the self altogether. Your real, new
self (which is Christ's and also yours, and yours just because it is His)
will not come as long as you are looking for it. It will come when you are
looking for Him. Does that sound strange? The same principle holds, you
know, for more everyday matters. Even in social life, you will never make a
good impression on other people until you stop thinking about what sort of
impression you are making. Even in literature and art, no man who bothers
about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell
the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you
will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.
The principle runs through all life from top to bottom. Give up your self,
and you will find your real self. Lose your life and you will save it.
Submit to death, death of your ambitions and favourite wishes every day and
death of your whole body in the end: submit with every fibre of your being,
and you will find eternal life. Keep back nothing. Nothing that you have not
given away will ever be really yours. Nothing in you that has not died will
ever be raised from the dead. Look for yourself, and you will find in the
long run only hatred, loneliness, despair, rage, ruin, and decay. But look
for Christ and you will find Him, and with Him everything else thrown in.