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The Will To Faith
Richard King
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       I wish that the great Shakespeare had not written that "immortal" line:
       "_The wish is father to the Thought._"
       It haunts you throughout your life. Like a flaming sign of interrogation it burns upon the Altar of Faith Unquestioning, before which, in your perplexity, Fate forces you--at least once in your life--to bow the head. It makes us wonder if we should believe all the evidences of Immortality we do--were Immortality really a state of Punishment and not of Happiness unspeakable. It is so hard, so very hard, to disentangle our own desires from our own beliefs; so easy to confuse what we _ought to believe_ with what, beyond all else, _we want to believe_. It sometimes makes one chary of believing anything--in questions Human as well as Eternal. The "Personal Bias"--ever in our heart of hearts can we at all times decide where it ends and impartiality begins? Even our so-called impartiality is tinged by it--or what we fondly believe to be our impartial Faith. Doubt strikes at the root of Justice and of Love--not the doubt that is the half-brother to Disbelief, but the doubt which wonders always and always if we believe most easily what we _want to believe_, and if our firmest conviction against such Belief is not, more than anything else, yet one more manifestation of what we desire so earnestly _to doubt_.
       Sometimes I am in despair regarding the whole question of my own individual Faith.
       I am firmly convinced that there _ought to be a God_ and a Life Hereafter. But my faith in such facts is paralysed by the haunting doubt that they may both be such stuff as dreams are made of, after all.
       On the whole, I believe the best way is not to think about them at all--or as little as we may. The one question which really and truly concerns us--and most certainly only concerns God, if there be a God--in His relation to ourselves, is _this life_ and what we make of it for ourselves and for other people. Don't ask yourself always and for ever _if_ there be a God? _Act as if He existed_! So far as possible, _play His part on earth_. Then all will surely be well with your Immortal Soul in the Long Here After!
       And, if the reward of it all--if "reward" is what you seek--be but a Sleep Eternal, do not weep. If you have done your best, you will have left the world happier and better, and so more beautiful. To those around you, to those who walked with you a little way along the Road of Life, you will have brought Hope where before you came there was only resignation and despair; you will have brought laughter to eyes long dimmed by tears; you will have brought Love into lives so lonely and so desolate until you came. God surely can ask of no man more than this.
       That, at least--is my Faith. That is also my "religion." Theology is unimportant: FACTS, concerning the reality of God and a Life Hereafter--matter little or nothing at all.
       What is all-important is that _here on Earth_--in the world of men and women around us--there are many less happy than we; many infinitely lonelier, poorer, more desolate and depressed. To these--even the lowliest among us can give comfort, bring into their darkness some little ray of "light"--however small.
       Let the "Christian" Churches quarrel as they may. The uproar of their differences in Faith, each seeking to be justified, is stilled before the Great Reality of those really and truly in Human NEED. Let us do all the good we may--nor ask the reason why, nor seek a heavenly reward. At every step we take along the Road of Life--there is someone we can help, someone we can succour, someone we can forgive. A truce to violent controversy around and around the Trivial. True religion is an _Act_--even more than a Belief, infinitely more than mere articles of Faith. By the greatness of our sacrifice, by the unselfishness of our Love; by the way we have tried to live up to "the best" within us; by our earnest wish at all times, and with all men--to "play the game"--surely by these things alone shall we be judged?
       [The end]
       Richard King's essay: Will To Faith
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The "Butters"
"Family Skeletons"
The "Glorious Dead"
Abraham Lincoln
Age That Dyes
Always The Personal Note
Aristocracy And Democracy
Autumn Determination
Autumn Sowing
Away--Far Away!
Awful Warnings
Backward And Forward
Bad-Tempered People
Beginnings
The Blind Man's Problem
Book-Borrowing Nearly Always Means Book-Stealing
Books And The Blind
Children
Christmas
Clergymen
Dreams
Dreams And Reality
The Dreariness Of One Line Of Conduct
Duty
The Enthralling Out-Of-Reach
Faith
Faith Reached Through Bitterness And Loss
Farewells!
February
The Few
The Futile Thought
The Glut Of The Ornamental
The Government Of The Future
The Great And The Really Great
The Happy Discontent
How I Came To Make "History"!
How To Help
Humanity
I Wonder If . . .
If Age Only Practised What It Preached!
The Inane And Unimaginative
It's Oh, To Be Out Of England--Now That Spring Is Here!
Life
Life's Great Adventure
The London Season
Love "Mush"
Love Of God
The Might-Have-Been
Modern Clothes
Mountain Paths
My Escape And Some Others
Mysticism And The Practical Man
The Need To Remember
The Neglected Art Of Eating Gracefully
The New Year
On Getting Away From Yourself
On Going "To The Dogs"
On Reality In People
One Of The Minor Tragedies
Other People's Books
Our "Secret Escapes"
Our Irritating Habits
Over The Fireside
Polite Conversation
Polite Masks
Pompous Pride In Literary "Lions"
The Question
Reconstruction
Relations
Responsibility
The Road To Calvary
A School For Wives
Seaside Piers
A Sense Of Universal Pity
Spiritualism
Sweeping Assertions From Particular Instances
Their Failure
The Things Which Are Not Dreamed Of In Our Philosophy
Travel (life)
Travel (life--change of scene)
Tub-Thumpers
Two Lives
The Two Passions
Types Of Tub-Thumpers
The Unholy Fear
The Unimpassioned English
Unlucky In Little Things
Visitors
Wallpapers
What You Really Reap
When?
The Will To Faith
Wives
Women In Love
Work
Work In The East-End