Of course, one does not talk to Likeman of visions or intuitions."I am disturbed, I find myself getting out of touch;"that was the bishop's tone.
Occasionally Likeman nodded slowly, as a physician might do at the recital of familiar symptoms."Yes," he said, "I have been through most of this....A little different in the inessentials....How clear you are!""You leave our stupid old Trinities--as I left them long ago," said old Likeman, with his lean hand feeling and clawing at the arm of his chair.
"But--!"
The old man raised his hand and dropped it."You go away from it all--straight as a line.I did.You take the wings of the morning and fly to the uttermost parts of the earth.And there you find--"He held up a lean finger, and inclined it to tick off each point.
"Fate--which is God the Father, the Power of the Heart, which is God the Son, and that Light which comes in upon us from the inaccessible Godhead, which is God the Holy Spirit.""But I know of no God the Holy Spirit, and Fate is not God at all.I saw in my vision one sole God, uncrucified, militant--conquering and to conquer."
Old Likeman stared."You saw!"
The Bishop of Princhester had not meant to go so far.But he stuck to his words."As if I saw with my eyes.A God of light and courage.""You have had visions, Scrope?"
"I seemed to see."
"No, you have just been dreaming dreams.""But why should one not see?"
"See! The things of the spirit.These symbols as realities!
These metaphors as men walking!"
"You talk like an agnostic."
"We are all agnostics.Our creeds are expressions of ourselves and our attitude and relationship to the unknown.The triune God is just the form of our need and disposition.I have always assumed that you took that for granted.Who has ever really seen or heard or felt God? God is neither of the senses nor of the mind; he is of the soul.You are realistic, you are materialistic...."His voice expostulated.
The Bishop of Princhester reflected.The vision of God was far off among his memories now, and difficult to recall.But he said at last: "I believe there is a God and that he is as real a person as you or I.And he is not the theological God we set out before the world.""Personification," said Likeman."In the eighteenth century they used to draw beautiful female figures as Science and Mathematics.Young men have loved Science--and Freedom--as Pygmalion loved Galatea.Have it so if you will.Have a visible person for your Deity.But let me keep up my--spirituality.""Your spirituality seems as thin as a mist.Do you really believe--anything?""Everything!" said Likeman emphatically, sitting up with a transitory vigour."Everything we two have ever professed together.I believe that the creeds of my church do express all that can possibly be expressed in the relationship of--That "--he made a comprehensive gesture with a twist of his hand upon its wrist--"to the human soul.I believe that they express it as well as the human mind can express it.Where they seem to be contradictory or absurd, it is merely that the mystery is paradoxical.I believe that the story of the Fall and of the Redemption is a complete symbol, that to add to it or to subtract from it or to alter it is to diminish its truth; if it seems incredible at this point or that, then simply I admit my own mental defect.And I believe in our Church, Scrope, as the embodied truth of religion, the divine instrument in human affairs.I believe in the security of its tradition, in the complete and entire soundness of its teaching, in its essential authority and divinity."He paused, and put his head a little on one side and smiled sweetly."And now can you say I do not believe?""But the historical Christ, the man Jesus?""A life may be a metaphor.Why not? Yes, I believe it all.
All."
The Bishop of Princhester was staggered by this complete acceptance."I see you believe all you profess," he said, and remained for a moment or so rallying his forces.
"Your vision--if it was a vision--I put it to you, was just some single aspect of divinity," said Likeman."We make a mistake in supposing that Heresy has no truth in it.Most heresies are only a disproportionate apprehension of some essential truth.
Most heretics are men who have suddenly caught a glimpse through the veil of some particular verity....They are dazzled by that aspect.All the rest has vanished....They are obsessed.You are obsessed clearly by this discovery of the militancy of God.God the Son--as Hero.And you want to go out to the simple worship of that one aspect.You want to go out to a Dissenter's tent in the wilderness, instead of staying in the Great Temple of the Ages."Was that true?
For some moments it sounded true.
The Bishop of Princhester sat frowning and looking at that.
Very far away was the vision now of that golden Captain who bade him come.Then at a thought the bishop smiled.
"The Great Temple of the Ages," he repeated."But do you remember the trouble we had when the little old Queen was so pigheaded?""Oh! I remember, I remember," said Likeman, smiling with unshaken confidence."Why not?""For sixty years all we bishops in what you call the Great Temple of the Ages, were appointed and bullied and kept in our places by that pink irascible bit of dignity.I remember how at the time I didn't dare betray my boiling indignation even to you --I scarcely dared admit it to myself...."He paused.
"It doesn't matter at all," and old Likeman waved it aside.
"Not at all," he confirmed, waving again.
"I spoke of the whole church of Christ on earth," he went on.
