There never was a meeker man; there never was a man more truly fitted with those characteristics of piety which are essentially and only Christian.
With charity he was filled, though he had but little to bestow--his whole intellect was subordinated to his faith--and with the light of hope his little eyes glittered so long as one straw lay floating on the tide.
This is the man whom Christianity demands, and this the very man whom Christianity crushes like a slug under the heel.

He is bound to be a failure--bound to hope too much, be blind with faith, and give, out of charity, with the witless hand that knows not where to bestow.
For ten years he had held the parish of Cailsham, fulfilling all his duties by that rule of thumb which is the refuge to all those lacking in initiative.

Not one of the parishioners could find any fault with him, yet none bore him respect.

They blinked through his services.
During his deliberate intoning of the lessons, they thought of all their worldly affairs, and while he preached, they slept.
Hundreds of parishes are served with men like the Rev.Samuel Bishop.
It is half the decay of Christianity that the prospect of a fat living will induce men to adopt the profession of the Church.

This is the irony of life in all religions, that to be kept going, to increase and multiply, they must be financially sound; yet as soon as that financial security is reached, you have men pouring into their offices who seek no more than a comfortable living.
There is only one true religion, the ministry of the head to the devotion of the heart.