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348 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1935
But Yuan could not stay for such mockery of praying. He rose and went out and stumbled through the streets to his own room. Soon behind him came the footsteps of others who went homeward too, and here was the final stab which Yuan had that night. Two men passed him, not knowing who he was, and he heard one say, “Queer thing, that Chinese fellow getting up like that, wasn’t it?—Wonder which of ‘em was right?”Excerpt 2: A professor’s daughter discouraged Yuan from being influenced by her father to become Christian:
And the other said, “Both of them, I reckon. It’s safest not to believe all you hear from anybody. . . .”
“The truth is I have been much embarrassed by my parents’ efforts to interest you in their religion. Of them I say nothing, expect they are the best people I have ever known. You know my father—you see—anyone can see—what he is. People talk of saints. he is one. I have never seen him angry or unkind in all my life. No girl, no woman, ever had better parents. the only trouble is that my father, if he did not give me his goodness, did give me his brain. In my time I have used that brain, and it has turned against the religion, the energy that feeds my father’s life, really, so that I myself have no belief in it. I cannot understand how men like my father, with strong, keen intellect, do not use it upon their religion His religion satisfies his emotional needs. His intellectual life is outside religion, and—there is no passage between the two. . . . .”Excerpt 3: The following describes Yuan’s admiration of the professor and there are some additional words from the professor's daughter:
“But—I am afraid—father may influence you. I know you admire him. You are his pupil. You study the books he has written, he has been attracted to you as he seldom has been to any pupil. I think he has a sort of vision of you going back to your country as a great Christian leader. Has he told you he once wanted to be a missionary? He belongs to the generation when very good earnest boy or girl was faced with the—the missionary call, as it was named. . . .”
“You are of your own race and your own time. How can anyone dare to impose upon you what is foreign to you?”
.... when he sat and heard the old man speak out his knowledge and beliefs, felt no narrowness here, but the wide ranging simple vastness of a mind unlimited by time or space, to which all things were possible in man and god. It was the vastness of a wise child’s mind, to which there are no boundaries between the true and magical. Yet this simplicity was so informed with wisdom . . . .
One day, in such trouble, he said to Mary, when she came in and found him alone and troubled, “Almost your father persuades me to be a Christian!”
And she answered, “Does he not almost so persuade us all? But you will find, as I did, that barrier is the—almost. Our two minds are different, Yuan—less simple, less sure, more exploring.”