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Edited by Heyman Wreford
THE self-confessed infidel, Mr. Blatchford, waxes jubilant over Mr. Campbell’s book. He says: “The New Theology is God and My Neighbor, with the soft pedal on. It is Thomas Paine in a white tie. It is the Ingersoll fist, muffled in a boxing glove. It is The Clarion rue, worn with a difference. As an Agnostic Socialist, I am naturally pleased with the book. Mr. Campbell is a Christian minister and I am an infidel editor; and the difference between his religion and mine is too small to argue about. But I sail under the Jolly Roger. Mr. Campbell rejects the doctrines of the Fall and the Atonement. He denies the Divinity of Christ, the Virgin Birth, and the resurrection. He denies the Inspiration and Infallibility of the Bible; and he rejects the idea of divine punishment and everlasting hell. So do I. Mr. Campbell abandons the orthodox theory of sin, and says that selfishness is sin, and that unselfishness is morality and salvation. So do I.” Such blasphemers of our Divine Redeemer make us think of the words in Jude, “Clouds without water... trees whose fruit withereth, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots; raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, to whom is reserved the blackness of darkness forever.”