But during the twelve hours that had just passed I had been facing
realities and Uncle Dick's exhibition disgusted me. So when he had
quieted down, I decided that it was time for me to run up my colors. If
the break had to come, it had better come then. "Uncle Dick," I said,
"you have been talking about something that you don't know anything
about. Here you are swallowing spiritualism, hook, bob and sinker, and
having trouble with the Bible and the only religion that can do the
business that we need to have done. The trouble with you is that you are
afraid that the Bible will upset your spiritualism, and you don't dare
to investigate the Bible and stand by the result of your investigation.
I'm tired of this whole business, and I have made up my mind to
investigate the Bible and, if it is what I think it is, to try to live
by it. I am going to be a Christian."
A shout and a laugh went up. I was called "Deacon," and it was suggested
that I lead in prayer or at least make a few remarks. But I had said
enough to put myself on record and it was hardly to be expected that
they would take me seriously on such short notice.
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