Agents of Spirituality

by Ronald R Johnson

A page from Lloyd C. Douglas, “Saving the Minister’s Soul,” The Christian Century, 4/14/1921.

[The following is from the article, “Saving the Minister’s Soul,” which Lloyd Douglas published in The Christian Century in the April 14, 1921, issue. He is speaking to fellow ministers about how they never get to hear any sermons other than their own. He writes:]

“Occasionally we attend conferences with our fellow ministers and selected groups of devout laymen; but there the program consists mostly of the mere buttons-and-pins of church methods, the discussion of administrative problems, and consideration of workaday statistical reports. Not infrequently it turns out the that promised ‘inspirational address’ with which the conference was to reach its ennobling climax deftly maneuvers its way from the pulpit to the receipt of custom, where it attains to such magnificence of appeal that the baskets are passed again – this time in the interest of some undeniably worthy cause that had come ‘to the parting of the ways,’ and was ‘facing an hour of crisis,’ and ‘now throws down an heroic challenge to the sacrificial courage of the red-blooded!’ And so forth. Ad lib.

“But even this drench of distress on behalf of an excellent movement, involving the re-reconstruction of the preacher’s puny purse to the jeopardized philanthropy, does very little to assuage his heart-hunger for spiritual nourishment. To be sure, the traveling secretary of the bankrupt board tells him that the most effective spiritual tonic known to the profession is self-administered by the act of turning one’s pockets wrongsideout; but the preacher, however salutary may be the moral results of charity, or sweet the uses of adversity, still longs for some genuine inspiration, just once, that doesn’t find its ultimate goal in his jeans.”

[Douglas will continue his essay in my next post…]

Douglas’s Anonymous Limericks (Part 4)

by Ronald R Johnson

From the Michigan Daily, sometime in Fall 1919.

This is the last of this short series on limericks that Lloyd Douglas published anonymously in the Michigan Daily in the Fall of 1919. An upperclassman gives advice to freshmen. There are two limericks today: “Concerning Raiment,” and “Concerning Discipline.”

CONCERNING RAIMENT

The Newcomer Says:

Last week Bill Jones spent 60 bones
On personal adornment:
Bill rooms with me, so you can see
How that would cause forlornment.

For I must save what chink I have
To spend on food and shelter;
While Bill can throw his father’s dough
Around quite helter-skelter.

Sometimes I feel I’d rather steal
Than wear this store-bought clothing;
I look a fright – the very sight
Fills me with utter loathing.

Today Bill said, ‘What’s in your head?
Why mind a little lying?
My Dad I wired ‘More books required,’
And he came through a-flying.

‘Your folks will do the same for you,
Just pad your memorandum.
A little more won’t make ‘em sore,
When your account you hand ‘em.’

However much I hate to lie
And know it is unlawful,
My trousers feel like bags of meal,
Too wide, too long, too awful!

The Old Timer Replies:

Queer circumstance! A pair o’ pants
Costs this Newcomer’s reason;
I didn’t know that wool would go
As high as that this season.

Concoct your lie and get it by!
The breeches! Go, and win ‘em!
You’ll look so cute in your new suit –
And feel so happy in ‘em!


CONCERNING DISCIPLINE

The Newcomer Says:

Last night at nine some friends of mine,
Whom I have met quite lately,
Strolled in to call from ‘cross the hall.
I greeted them sedately.

They seemed inclined to let me find
A theme for conversation,
So I told all I could recall
Of High School recreation –

The medal that I captured at
Our contest in athletics;
The prize I won when we put on
The amateur dramatics –

I told them, too, what I’ve told you
Of her whose heart I’ve broken.
Said they, ‘Too bad – ‘tis very sad;
Such words should ne’er be spoken.’

I hope that they come back some day,
Their visit was delightful;
Though I could see they envied me
They were not one bit spiteful.

The Old Timer Replies:

My friend, this means you’ve spilled the beans:
I shudder at your story.
No doubt these men will come again,
But when they do, be sorry.

Hereafter when some genial men
Drop in for conversation
Be careful lest you prove a pest
Inviting castigation.

Last year a lad – he was not bad,
Just talkative and flighty –
Addressed a loud and merry crowd
On State Street in his nightie.

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