In George MacDonald's novel Robert Falconer, there is a bit of dialog which highlights the folly of today's conundrum regarding "spiritual, not religious" ideas. The segment is taken from Chapter 8 "My Own Acquaintance." ‘We are a church, if you like. There!’ ‘Who is your clergyman?’ ‘Nobody.’ ‘Where do you meet?’ ‘Nowhere.’ ‘What are your rules, then?’ ‘We have none.’ ‘What makes you a church?’ ‘Divine Service.’ ‘What do you mean by that?’ ‘The sort of thing you have seen to-night.’ ‘What is your creed?’ ‘Christ Jesus.’ ‘But what do you believe about him?’ ‘What we can. We count any belief in him—the smallest—better than any belief about him—the greatest—or about anything else besides. But we exclude no one.’ ‘How do you manage without?’ ‘By admitting no one.’ ‘I cannot understand you.’ ‘Well, then: we are an undefined company of people, who have grown into human relations with each other naturally, through one attractive force—love for human beings, regarding them as human beings only in virtue of the divine in them.’ ‘But you must have some rules,’ I insisted. ‘None whatever. They would cause us only trouble. ...'"
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