Crown Theo Libra for the f oanding if a Collegt, -at this Cefony' • iLniaiaamr • Presented by the Author /9*f Books by Rev. John P. Peters, Ph.D. Early Hebrew Story Annals of St. Michael's Nippur; or, Explorations and Adven tures on the Euphrates The Scriptures, Hebrew and Cbristian Arranged and Edited as an Introduction to the Study of the Bible. Rev. Edward T. Bartlett, D.D., and Rev. John P. Peters, Ph.D. Modern Christianity Or The Plain Gospel Modemly Expounded By ¦ John P. Peters, Ph.D., Sc.D., D.D. Rector of St. Michael's Church, New York and Canon Raidentiary of the Cathedral of St. John the Divine G. P. Putnam's Sons New York and London JLbe -fcnicfterbocfcer press 1909 Copyright, 1909 BY JOHN P. PETERS Ube Knickerbocker 'Ptcm, flew Bark 2>e&fcate& To the Memory of my Revered and Beloved Father in God, Rt. Rev. Henry Codman Potter, D.D., LL.D., Late Bishop of New York iii FOREWORD THIS volume is not published at the request of those to whom the sermons herein contained were preached, as, judging from their prefaces, is usually the case with volumes of printed sermons. It is published so as to preserve, in a form more permanent than the spoken word, certain things which I have felt moved to utter, which do not seem to me to have been altogether said by others. The sermons here published do not for mally constitute a body of theology, but they have been selected and arranged with a view to presenting, in some sort of sequence, and with some regard to the due pro portion of emphasis, the essentials of Christianity — ¦ the Incarnation, the Resurrection, the Ascension, and the re-incarnation, if I may so put it, of the spirit of Jesus in His followers. I think I may claim that the doctrine expressed in these sermons is ancient, orthodox, and Catholic; but the mode of statement is modern, and the emphasis doubtless different from that to which some of my hoped for readers are accustomed. Not my self a good reader of sermons, nor even always a good listener, I have hesitated long in publishing my mate rial in sermon form; but after careful consideration I have concluded that it will be on the whole more intel ligible to and more readable by my desired public in this form than if rewritten as a theological or ethical vi Foreword treatise, under some such title perhaps as A Modern Interpretation of Christianity. Accordingly, these ser mons are presented to the outside world almost in the form in which they were originally spoken to my own people in St. Michael's Church or the Cathedral of St. John the Divine. I have described these sermons as "orthodox" ; but I apprehend that because of their very orthodoxy some of them may sound radical, if not rev olutionary. Especially, I fear, will this be the case with the series of addresses contained in the second part of the volume, which are a literal, not a conventional, in terpretation of our Lord's social teaching by one who is technically a Bible scholar rather than a theologian. John P- Peters. St. Michael's Church, New York. St. John Baptist's Day, 1909. CONTENTS PART 1 DOCTRINES OF THE CHURCH PAGE The Birth of God 3 Sons of God .... 12 The Glory of God 18 The Echo of the Cross • 25 The Empty Tomb • 39 The Resurrection of God 48 The Mystery of Birth and Death 56 The Real Heaven 68 The Personality of the Spirit 78 The Judgment . 86 Big Thief and Little Thief . . 95 The Real Hell . . 101 Forgiveness of Sins . • "5 Rites and Sacraments . . 127 Priests and Prophets . l31 Free Church • 153 Sabbath-Sunday . . 162 Wisdom (to young men) . 171 Little Foxes (to young women) . 192 viii Contents PART II THE SOCIAL TEACHING OF OUR LORD JESUS CHRIST A Dinner Party 211 A Good Negro . 224 Palaces and Slums .... . 238 The Servant in the House . . 252 The Needle's Eye .... . 264 Tainted Money . 276 Respectables and Publicans . 295 Revolutionary Christianity . . 312 PART I DOCTRINES OF THE CHURCH THE BIRTH OF GOD St. Luke ii., ia : Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swad dling clothes, lying in a manger. THIS was the sign which the angels gave the shep herds, by which they were to know that "unto you is bom this day, in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord"; and to you to-day I bring Christmas greetings, tidings of great joy. For the birth of Jesus in the manger, the incarnation of God in that little child, is a declaration of the divinity that is in man, of the glory of God manifested in each new birth of a babe on earth. A babe, poor, naked, helpless, that cannot do a thing for itself, is yet the God and King, before whom men shall bow down and worship. And he who does not recognise that kingship, who cannot bend the knee in reverence there, is unable to know God. How can that be? How can God be revealed to us in the pathetic helplessness of a baby? Let us go back to that first Christmas-day, when that baby, whom we call Christ, the Lord, was bom in Beth lehem. How was he bom? I nto the crowded inn came Joseph and Mary, great with child, seeking a place where the child might be born. But none knew that it was God, asking where He might be bom. The rooms of the 3 4 Modern Christianity inn were full of guests and there was no place vacant. From room to room went Joseph, seeking a place for Mary in her need. Here were rooms occupied by mer chants with their precious goods, bales of silk from Babylon, spices and perfumes from Arabia and the East; goods, some of which represented a fortune in a camel's load. These must be carefully guarded and protected from the weather. They could not be placed outside among the cattle. Their owners could not make place, for it meant too great a risk of loss, even had they been willing to discommode themselves. To one after another he went and none would give room. But they were not all heartless: here was one who would give the money to pay some one else to leave his room and give it to the poor woman. For himself, he could not make place, for his goods were in this room and he in the next, that he might guard them well. He was sorry that he could do no more. There were some trav ellers who had no goods and who were hardened to the weather. They surely would be glad to take the money and make room for the woman. Not they! They had come a long journey and a hard one. Not a night for weeks had they spent beneath a roof and for many days they had looked forward to this night, when at last they were to sleep under cover and rest in peace and make merry. Let the merchant him self make way, instead of offering money for others to do so. They could not. He slept every night beneath a roof, but they almost never. Their pleasure and com fort were worth as much to them as his goods to him. Let him make way. Or look! there was a man yonder The Birth of God 5 that always lived in ease and comfort. It would do him good to sleep out for a night. Try him. And he? No! Expose himself thus ? He dare not! He had been brought up used to comfort. Why, he would suffer: no, not he! There were surely others, who were used to sleeping out of- doors, who could readily do it, but to him it would be suffering, for he was not used to it. And here was a man with his wife and children. He had worked hard to get there in time and to get rooms for him and them, that they might have comfort and not be exposed to hardships. Ask him, after he had taken all that pains and trouble for them, to turn them out with no place to go, except the dirty court-yard, full of beasts and cattle, open to the sky above? No! he was too good a husband and too good a father to do that, let me tell you ! He would work himself to the bone if need be, but he was going to provide the best there was for his wife and children. If others were careless and shiftless and did not do their part, it was not fit that his wife and his children should suffer for it. Let him go to some one who had no family to take care of. There, right next, was a single man, by himself. And he? No, he would not make place. It was his right to have a room. He had come in time to get it and no one should take it from him. He was very sorry. He was ready to do his part with every one else, but it was not right that he alone should suffer. He stood on his rights. Somewhat thus, I imagine, was the story of that night; for men are much the same all the world over. And so it was that God, asking to be bom, found no 6 Modern Christianity man ready to make place, for all the rooms were occu pied. For their wealth and for their comforts, all stood on their rights and on their privileges. Each thought the other should make place. And so God was born among the beasts of burden in the court-yard, with the sky for a roof, and cradled in a manger. God so loved the world that, though none was ready to make place for Him, yet He would be bom among men and into man; but man denied Him and the beasts of burden were His comrades. Born among the beasts, of whom men made slaves for their comfort and convenience, He came, the servant of all mankind, He, God incarnate. And who first found this King? St. Luke tells the beautiful and mystic tale of the shepherds, who, watch ing their flocks, saw the vision of the angels, who told them that the Christ for whom men looked was born in Bethlehem, David's town, and gave them, as the only sign, that they should find somewhere there in Bethlehem a baby in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger. The poorest, most needy child that they could find in all that town was the King. That was the sign. All Israel was looking for the King. Wise men stud ied the books which prophesied His coming. Scribes and Pharisees and priests, each in his own way, searched for Him. They knew the marks which should distin guish the Christ, a great King, with wonder-working power, testified to by signs from God Himself. Who found Him? In the later story of the Gospels, it was the poor fishermen about the northern end of the Sea of Galilee who recognised Jesus as the Christ. In this mystic story of the birth, it was the shepherds The Birth of God 7 who knew Him, and they knew Him by this one sign : that His birth was poorer and more miserable than that of any child in Bethlehem. There is another mystic story which St. Matthew tells of the finding of Christ. It is a parable by which the writer of the Gospel sets forth that the Kingdom should pass from Israel to the Gentiles, because they recognised the Christ, where the Jews failed to do so. It is the story of the magi, who, studying the stars, according to their ancient lore, learned that a great King was bom in the west-land, and so travelled westward, following by night the star of the new Prince of Judah which went before them. And so these magi came to the capital of Judah and to the palace of the king to seek the prince that should be King. But the Prince of the kingdom of Heaven was not found in kings' houses. Then Herod sent for the scholars and the doctors of the law, to ask them where the King should be bom, and they told him that the King of David's kingdom should be bom in David's city, Bethlehem, but more they knew not. For to them the real meaning, the real nature of His kingdom, had not been revealed. Ignorant, simple shepherds had found the King then, as ignorant, simple Galilean fishermen were to find Him later, because the very nature of their life had kept them close to the needs of man. Their own needs and their own wants kept them always tender to the needs and wants of others. They were ready to be brothers in need to one that was in need; and this call of a common humanity kept them close to God. But these others had learned to place wealth, power. 8 Modern Christianity social distinction, privilege, first, and humanity after wards. It was not the man, but the wealth, the power, the social station of the man which determined worth. Those things were of more value than the humanity behind. They sought God in those things and not in man himself. Then the magi went to search in Bethlehem for the child: — the nations of the earth seeking their King in the religion of the Old Testament, finding Him not in the glory of Judah, in the power of David, or the pomp and magnificence of Solomon ; finding Him not in the law of Moses or the poetry of the Psalms or the wisdom of Job; but finding Him in Israel stripped of power and prestige, in Israel guileless and helpless among the nations, without land or power, a servant of servants. And there is the mystery and wonder of this King ship, and there the meaning of this story. Man finds God, his King and his Saviour, not in those that can give him something, not in rank and power, not in those who impart wisdom to him and give him encour agement, not even in those that show him kindness and love. He finds God, his King and his Saviour, when he has found the one who, in his helplessness and want, needs him. When he has found that one and re sponded to his appeal, he has found God, his Saviour. Then Jesus, the Christ, is bom for him into the world and Christmas-day becomes to him an eternal reality. God is forever asking a place that He may be born into your life and into mine. Mary, great with child, seeks a room in your life and in mine, in which Jesus Christ may have His cradle. And too often we are blind as the men of that inn were blind. The rooms The Birth of God 9 of our hearts are filled, as were the rooms of the inn at Bethlehem that night. There is no place in our life. We need all we have for wife and children. We have our career to make in the world, and our time and our strength are needed for that. We are go ing to make the world better some day. We hope, at all events, that we are going to win our place in that world, and we cannot step out of our room to let a need come in which shall drag us down into that court-yard among the cattle and the beasts of burden. Our life is full of the stores of goods which we have collected, out of which we would make fortunes, and we need all our time and strength to care for them. The spirit of rivalry is in us, to surpass these others about us. Money we have, yes, and we will give it, that you may buy a place in some one's else life for this need, but for ourselves we cannot risk our precious bales of goods down there in the muck, among the camels and the donkeys, nor let some strangers that we know not take the room next to them, from which they might rob us. We, you know, are people of delicate health and deli cate nurture. We must care for our health. We have so many ailments, the burden of our flesh is so heavy for us to carry that we cannot risk exposure there. Yes, the case is hard, but do you think of us ? Don't you know what our condition is? Do you talk to me about caring for others and don't you know what my health is and how I need to receive all your sympathy and all the care that I can get, instead of giving to others ? io Modern Christianity Or: Yes, but you know how I was brought up. It is an easy thing for some of these people to go down into that muck among those beasts. They were bred differ ently from me; but you cannot expect me to do it. Ahf dear hearts, may God grant each of us on this Christmas-day a little of that magic lotion of selfless love that, if we know it not already, there may be re vealed to you and to me the place where Christ, our King, is to be found. The helpless and the needy one (in what unexpected guise God comes), he is, for you and for me, the one through whose agency God would be born into our lives. Jesus came to turn the world upside down, and there is some sense in the mediaeval method of celebrating Christmas as the feast of misrule, when the child was made king and the fool was made bishop, and Church and State were for the nonce ruled by the lowest and the most foolish of all ; and yet not that the world would be turned upside down by a true recognition of the meaning of Christmas, in the sense that lawlessness and misrule and folly would come in. Nay, it would be the rule of love, and the most perfect and wisest of all laws is love, for love is the law of God; and the fundamental nature of the law of love is that honour and help be given to those who most need it, because they are the poorest and the most helpless; that the strongest and the greatest should bow the knee and worship at the shrine of the weakest and the poorest, pouring out there their gifts of gold and frankincense and myrrh, because it is the poor and the weak and the foolish that have need of those things. Wise men, would ye find the great King of the new The Birth of God 1 1 kingdom of God ? There He lies. You need not go back two thousand years. He is here now. Bring to Him your gifts of gold and frankincense and myrrh. And this shall be the sign unto you, — a Child, because He is the weakest and the most foolish; wrapped in swad dling clothes and lying in a manger, because He is the poorest and the meanest, without a house to dwell in, like the beasts of the field. And yet ye shall find Him to be greater than all the kings of the earth ; for if ye will acknowledge Him as your King, He shall bring out in you the best and highest that is in your nature, and ye shall become sons of God, serving but not needing to be served. Serve the weakest, and as ye serve Him ye shall yourselves become like gods, and this earth shall be changed into the kingdom of heaven ; for the kingdom of heaven is the kingdom of love, where he who has gives to him who has not, and the strong serves the weak, and there is no having and not having, no strong and no weak, for each in love imparts what the other lacks. SONS OF GOD St. John i., 12: As many as received him to them gave he power to become the sons of God. AGAIN we are come to Christmas-day, when all the world's ideas are turned upside down. To-day we celebrate the birth of our King : not in a palace, not in wealth and luxury, not surrounded by pomp and power. Our King was of very doubtful birth, born of poor par ents, under conditions so distressful as to be positively indecent; His palace, the open court-yard, reeking with the filth of the animals that crowded it ; the body-guard, that stood about His bed and certified His birth, the beasts of burden and the cattle, men's household slaves; the throne from which He ruled His kingdom, the manger from which those cattle fed. Yes, surely, Christmas turns the world's ideas upside down. And the life that began in this wise so continued to its close, when He, whom we proclaim the Saviour of the world, died as a criminal on the cross. Bom of parents so poor, so lacking in thrift or energy or fore thought, so lacking in repute among their fellow men, so pressed upon by their environment and so little able to meet the conditions of that environment, that when the time of greatest need came the baby was bom in the filthy court-yard of the inn, among the beasts of burden ! So little successful in His short life in achieving place, 12 Sons of God 13 distinction, repute among those who were considered the leaders of His people, that He was put to death as a common criminal between two thieves and murderers on the cross. A strangely pitiful and unsuccessful career — and yet we say that this was the Son of God. There was a great temple in Jerusalem, which was still in process of reconstruction at the time when Christ was bom. It was the centre of the Jewish faith and nation. The traditions of the people looked back to the first temple erected on that site by Solomon and dwelt with delight on the details of its glory and its wealth. Solomon held a high place in their religious annals, as one who had well pleased God because he built that temple. As is the way with such things, much suffering was built into its walls. To complete this grand work, men were torn from their homes and com pelled to work in gangs for so many months or so many years. Their labour was taken from their families, who were left to shift for themselves in the meantime, and many of them of course sickened and some died under the conditions of such forced labour. Solomon won the glory and renown of the great work. It was his wisdom that planned it, it was his wealth that provided the ma terials, it was his power that furnished the workmen. The oppression and exaction, the cruelty and the tyr anny connected with this and his other great construc tions, palaces and the like, disrupted the kingdom. He left his son an inheritance of discontent and revolt. All that men forgot in the glory of the structure which he had erected for the worship of God, and Solomon was counted a benefactor. The last temple, which Herod built, was still more beautiful than Solomon's 14 Modern Christianity stracture. The man who murdered his own beloved wife, who in jealous rage executed his own children ; the man who is execrated in Jewish and Christian story alike for his massacres of men and women and little children, built, partly for the satisfaction of his own pride, partly to win the suffrages of the Jews, partly out of a desire to make his peace with God, a temple which was one of the wonders of the world, and the pride of the Jewish race and religion. These are the things that men count great. The op pression, the cruelty, the misdeeds, the death of the innocent and]the suffering of the down-trodden working- folk are forgotten, in the world's thought, in the benefits which the world derives from the deeds and the con structions of such men. Their temples and cathedrals, their hospitals and asylums, their schools and colleges, their endowments of research and education, make them great in men's minds. According to an old Christian tradition, the veil of that temple which Herod built was rent in twain when Christ died on the cross. A new order had come in with Jesus Christ. The temple for the indwelling of God was man. Man as man was exalted to a new place. In him God was revealed. There was no room for the old order. No buildings, however beautiful, whose foundations rested on the sorrow and suffering of men, could contain the majesty of God or show forth God to men. Christmas, the birth feast of Jesus, is the exaltation of humanity, quite apart from all accidents of birth or wealth, quite apart from all acquirements of culture and learning, quite apart even from all achievements and dis tinctions, of countries conquered, of kingdoms founded, Sons of God 15 of laws framed, of the mysteries of nature unfolded and the forces of nature harnessed and bridled in man's service. Not that these things have not their place in the economy of God's plan, but that the final revelation of God does not consist in these things. Behind them and beyond them is a something else which constitutes the essence of divinity, by which power is given to as many as receive Him to become the sons of God. He was God's revelation of the power of love, a power which exceeds all else. By love and by love only the world can be remade, for by love the world was made, not, as man fancied, by a commandment of power, but by a breath of love. In the birth of Jesus was revealed that which had been from the beginning. He was in the world and the world was made by Him and the world knew Him not. Love was the power by which the world had been made. But men did not under stand this. They were looking for something else as the power of God and the manifestation of God, as the divine essence and the divine being. Only a few here and there dimly perceived the truth. This light had been in the world always and it had lighted men from the beginning; but the great bulk of men seemed to love darkness rather than light. The story of the birth of Christ is full of a mystical significance. God came appealing through the need of a woman and an unborn child to men and women of the same blood, bound to them by the ties of a sacred re ligion, which, while setting them apart from other men, laid upon them a special obligation to care each for the other. He came in the appeal of supreme need : a wo man whose child was to be bom looking for a place to 1 6 Modern Christianity bring it forth; — and no one would make place. Each was so wrapped up in his own selfishness and his own needs, each was so bound to maintain his own rights and his own privileges, that none would abandon his room in the inn that God might be bom there. He came unto His own and His own knew Him not. The inn is the life of man in which the love of God must be bom, and that love of God comes to the life of each man, appealing for room to be born. It asks man to give up the room which self habits in his life, that the mother of God may come in; for love can be born only where self maketh place. But self says: I cannot make place, for this is my room. I have come first to the inn. I have here the right. Hath this woman so great need ? But why hath she been so shiftless and so thriftless? Why at this time should she be demanding place? Why was not provision made for her need in advance ? Surely it would be but to encourage beggary and thriftlessness, if when one cometh like this and maketh claim of great need I should give up that which is mine.for which I have laboured and fought and toiled. Nay, surely that cannot help but rather hinder. Truly, she undergoeth hardship, but it is through her own fault that the hardship is come upon her. Self hath many things to say, many reasons why it cannot make place, and he who listeneth to the voice of self can never know God, because he maketh no room in his life for the Son of God. But he who thrusteth self out al together, who counteth nothing in comparison with the need of another, to him is God revealed and to him power is given to become a son of God. Christmas is the exaltation of our humanity in the Sons of God 17 birth of God in Jesus. That is the eternal lesson of Christmas-day: the power that is within you and me to become sons of God through the birth of love divine in our hearts, and the impossibility of truly knowing God or serving God by anything except surrender of our selves. Through love was the creation of the world. Love is the light that lighteneth men in the darkness of this world of sin and sorrow. Love incarnate in man is the highest revelation of God to man, the eternal Son of God, and that love showing itself in the poorest and most needy exalts him above kings and priests. To some small degree Christianity has touched and changed the world since that first Christmas-day. Feebly we have begun to apprehend Christ; and on each Christmas-day there seems to come a new breath of love from heaven, enlightening us, making us see more as God sees : that to make others happy, to give, not to re ceive, is the true joy of life. A little glimpse of heaven we earthlings catch at the Christmas tide. Ah ! dear hearts, why can you and I not keep the gate of heaven open this far at least through all the year? God bless you to-day with the Christmas love and may the Christ mas spirit go with you through the year that lies be yond. And as you seek communion with God through Christ at yonder altar to-day, may you indeed so know and receive the true Christ that you may become the sons of God. May self go out, and God come in. THE GLORY OF GOD St. Luke ii., io: Behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy. THIS season of the year was a time of great merry making among the Romans, the time of the satur nalia. 1 1 was also a festival time among the Druids ; and the religion of not a few northern peoples consecrated the period of the winter solstice to feasting, and even to license. For now the days begin to lengthen, the sun starts on its journey northward again, a promise that darkness shall soon give way to light, that barrenness and death shall yield to fertility and life. Have you ever waited for sunrise,, watched for its coming, when you were eager for the day, when darkness meant danger and fear? You and I, who sleep in our well-guarded houses under the conditions of modem life, largely lose touch with nature. To many, if not most of us, it is rather a source of regret that daylight comes. It means that we must leave our sleep, leave our rest, leave our peace and quiet and commence the toilsome round of life once more. We never, or almost never, see the sun rise. Night has no horror to us personally and individu ally; it is not a hideous thing. Our streets are lighted; in fact some of them are more beautiful by night than by day. It is a different thing when you live close to nature. 18 The Glory of God 19 To primitive man night is the time of danger and dread. Then the wild beasts roam; hidden and mysterious dan gers are all about. He who lives in a land where there are no streets knows also no lights to lighten the dark ness of the night and drive away its peril. I have travelled through the desert at night by the side of jungles full of wild beasts. All around jackals cried, hyenas laughed, and the native guides and guards whispered of danger from the lions. Wolves also and lynxes and wild boars there were and, more dangerous than any of these four-footed beasts, an occasional troop of Arabs on a night foray. Once our guide lost his way. It was pitch dark; there were no landmarks to be seen. There was danger that the caravan mi