"Couldn't you begin with more modern times?"

"The story begins back there," insisted the lad, firmly. "The part
of it, at least, that affects me. My great-grandfather founded a
church free to all Christian believers. It stands in our
neighborhood. I have always gone there. I joined the church there.
All the different denominations in our part of the country have
held services there. Sometimes they have all had services together.
I grew up to think they were all equally good Christians in their
different ways."

"Did you?" inquired the pastor. "You and your grandfather and
Voltaire must ALL be kin to each other."

His visage was not pleasant.

"My trouble since coming to College," said the lad, pressing across
the interruption, "has been to know which IS the right church--"

"Are you a member of THIS church?" inquired the pastor sharply,
calling a halt to this folly.

"I am."

"Then don't you know that it is the only right one?"

"I do not. All the others declare it a wrong one. They stand ready
to prove this by the Scriptures and do prove it to their
satisfaction. They declare that if I become a preacher of what my
church believes, I shall become a false teacher of men and be