The Ledger

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Chapter Two

student: I have to tell you something before I lose my nerve. I stopped praying on purpose. Four days. Not drifted, not forgot. I sat down each evening and decided against it.

professor: Then we will get to that, but not first. Start further back. What happened before the four days?

student: Sunday. I went in and I looked around the room and the thought came to me, these are the body of Christ. And I did not believe it. Not for a second. There was a woman in front of me singing flat enough to be heard over the organ, and a man to my left who had been eating something, and the building itself is ugly in a way that I had never let myself notice before. The phrase and the faces would not go together.

professor: Tell me what you were doing with your attention during that hymn.

student: Going back and forth. The words, then the room. The words, then the room.

professor: That flicker is not idle. A man cannot weigh anything while it is moving. You were being kept in motion between a claim and a set of faces so that you would never sit still with either one. Now let me ask you the question you were not asked on Sunday. What were you expecting them to look like?

student: That is a strange question.

professor: It is the only useful one in the room. You were disappointed. Disappointment requires an expectation. Produce it.

student: I suppose I had a picture. Not one I ever decided on.

professor: Describe it anyway.

student: Robes. Something like robes. Light coming in sideways. Faces that had been through something. Nobody chewing.

professor: You have just told me that your idea of a Christian is a costume. There is nothing shameful in it, every man has one and he collects it young, out of paintings and illustrated books and whatever he saw before he could read. The trouble is not that you have it. The trouble is that it was never allowed up into the daylight where you could look at it, and so it has been doing the work of a judgment while pretending to be a feeling. You did not conclude that these people are not holy. You noticed that they are not in period dress.

student: When you put it that way it is humiliating.

professor: It is meant to be inspected, not suffered over. And notice that the same instrument was used on you last month, only with different material. Out of tune singing is weather. Squeaking shoes are weather. A double chin is weather. Not one of them reports on whether God raised a man from the dead. You were handed the atmosphere of the room and you accepted it as a verdict on the universe, and you did it so quickly that no argument was ever required.

student: But there is something else, and this is the part I cannot dismiss so easily. One of them is genuinely a bad man. I know what he did to his brother over their mother's house. That is not a chin. That is real.

professor: It is real. I will not take it from you. So let us have the question that was kept away from you on Sunday, and I want you to sit with it rather than answer it quickly. You consider yourself, in some fashion, a Christian. You know what you are. You know what you did last Thursday and what you thought about on the drive home. If your own condition does not prove the faith false, by what arithmetic does his?

student: It does not. Obviously it does not.

professor: Obviously. Then why did it not occur to you for a whole week?

student: I do not know.

professor: Because obvious thoughts do not fail to arrive by accident. That one was kept out. It would have cost you nothing to think it and it would have ended the matter on the spot, which is precisely why you were steered around it. You will find, when you begin watching for this, that you are almost never prevented from thinking difficult things. You are prevented from thinking easy ones.

student: There is more. The feeling is gone. When this all began I could hardly sit still, I would read anything, I wanted to talk about it to strangers. Now I open the book and it is print. I pray and it is a ceiling. It is all gone flat and I cannot get it back by wanting it.

professor: Good.

student: That is not the response I came for.

professor: No, but it is the true one, and you may have the comfortable one afterward if you still want it. Tell me about the boy who is given the stories of the heroes when he is seven. He loves them. He acts them out in the garden. Then at thirteen he is put in front of the grammar and asked to learn what the endings do, and it is dust, and he would rather be anywhere. Has he lost the stories?

student: No. He is learning the language they are actually in.

professor: And the young couple who spend a year unable to be in separate rooms, and then marry, and find themselves six months later having a plain conversation about money at a kitchen table. Have they fallen out of love?

student: They have started doing it instead of feeling it.

professor: Then you already know what has happened to you, and you have known since Sunday. This flatness sits at the doorway of every serious human undertaking without exception. It is the crossing from dreaming about a thing to doing it, and no man in any field has ever got past the dreaming without walking through exactly this stretch of ground. It is not the withdrawal of the thing. It is the beginning of the thing.

student: Then why is it permitted? He could hold it. He held it for six weeks. He could have held it for sixty years.

professor: He could. And you would have been carried the entire distance and arrived having gone nowhere. Understand what He is actually after, because it is far stranger and far more flattering than what you have been assuming. He does not want an audience and He does not want a well fed animal that comes when the feeling is offered. He uses the word sons. He intends free ones. And He will not drag a man to the destination by his moods and his habits, because a man carried up a hill has not climbed anything and knows nothing about the hill. So He takes His hand off the back of the bicycle. Not to watch you fall. To let you find out that you are the one pedalling, which was the whole point and cannot be told to you, only discovered.

student: And if I cannot stay upright?

professor: Then you will learn that too, which is also worth knowing. But here is the part I most want you to have. If a man crosses this dry country successfully, even once, he comes out the other side very much less dependent on how he feels. He has obeyed without the reward, and the doing of it has been separated from the pleasure of it, and from that day forward he is a far harder man to manage. Which is why the pressure on you this month has been what it has been. You are not being attacked because you are failing. You are being attacked because of where you are standing.

student: Then let me tell you the worst of it, because this is what the four days were. I was not only flat. I was angry. I was furious that I was being tested at all. I had come in. I had agreed. I had changed things. And instead of being left alone I got this.

professor: Say more about the word agreed.

student: What about it?

professor: Take your time. You said you had come in, you had agreed, you had changed things, and that a certain treatment was therefore owed to you. Owed by whom, and on what account?

student: I see it.

professor: Say it out loud. It loses most of its power that way and I would rather it lost it here than in ten years.

student: I thought I had done Him a favour. That I had settled something and the balance was in my direction. And that sitting in that room on Sunday with those particular people was, if anything, rather generous of me.

professor: There it is, and you found it yourself, which is the only way it is ever any use. That is the real cargo, and it was there long before Sunday. Every complaint you have brought me this week grew out of that one root. The neighbours offended you because you had arrived among them as a benefactor. The dryness enraged you because you believed you had paid for something and were not receiving delivery. And what you said on your knees about your own unworthiness during those first six weeks was perfectly sincere and almost entirely borrowed. Repeated, not meant. A man who actually knew what he was would not have been able to muster that much indignation at being asked to walk a hundred yards in the dark.

student: This is where the shame comes in, and it is not a small thing. When I finally saw what had been done to me, that I had been handled the whole time, that I had actually sat there and believed it, I could not stand myself. That is what the four days were. I could not go to Him in that condition.

professor: Now we are at the useful place, so attend. There are two things that come to a man after he has done wrong, and they arrive in similar clothing and do entirely different work. The first one names the act. It is specific. It tells you what you did, it does not tell you what you are, and it always points somewhere, toward a person or a step or a room you should walk into. It is uncomfortable and it moves you. The second one names you. It is vague, it is total, it has no next action attached to it, and it leaves you sitting in a chair. Which of the two did you have?

student: The second. It had no instructions in it at all. It just said look what you are.

professor: And what did it get?

student: Four days of silence. It kept me away from the one place I could have taken it.

professor: Which is its entire occupation, and it has no other. That thing has never once in the history of the world produced a repentance. It produces distance and then it feeds on the distance it produced. And I will point out the piece of it you have not seen yet. Shame of that kind is not humility. It is the ledger again. You were appalled because you had not thought yourself the sort of man who could be taken in so cheaply, which means you still believed you were a superior grade of convert, which is the very same account you were keeping before. Real humility would have been startled for about ten seconds and then gone and said so.

student: Then that is the question I came here with, underneath all of it. When He is saying something to me, and it gets turned and twisted until I cannot tell whose voice is whose, what am I actually supposed to do?

professor: Something much smaller than you are expecting. You are not required to win the argument, and you should be suspicious of the impulse to try, because a twisted thing has no content to argue with and will keep you busy for a month. Do this instead. Go back to the last thing He said to you plainly, when the air was clear and there was no confusion about it, and go and do that thing. Not the next thing. The last clear one. Obedience does not require good reception. And it has the useful property of settling the question of voices without discussing them, because the one that wants you to move toward Him will be satisfied by it and the other one will get very loud, and then you will know.

student: And the old habits? Because that is the other thing I have noticed. Everything I used to reach for, I still reach for. Nothing about that changed in June.

professor: Nor was it going to. A ship can be turned in an afternoon and still be carrying last year's cargo in the hold. The turn was real and the cargo is real and the second one is unloaded by hand, a crate at a time, over years. Men lose heart here more than anywhere, because they expected the turn to do the unloading. It never does. It only points the work in the right direction.

student: So I came in here with a bad week.

professor: You came in here with the week filed under the wrong heading, which is a different matter. You believe you brought me a defeat: an ugly building, insufferable neighbours, a faith gone flat, four days of deliberate silence, and a shame you could not carry. Let me file it where it belongs. You found out what your picture of a Christian was actually made of. You discovered that you have been keeping an account in your own favour, which most men never discover at all and carry to the grave. You were taken through the standard doorway that stands at the start of every real thing. And you recognised, without any assistance from me, that the voice keeping you out of the room for four days was not His. That is not a bad week. That is a considerable amount of ground taken in seven days, and the only genuine loss in the whole account is the four evenings, which I would not spend another hour grieving over if I were you, since grieving over them is the same machinery starting up again.

student: And He was not finished with me during those four days.

professor: He does not leave the room because you have stopped speaking. You went silent and you came back, and you came back because you have learned His voice well enough to tell it from a forgery, which is a skill that cannot be acquired in any way except the way you have just acquired it. That is the answer to what all this is for, and you have been asking me for it since you sat down. It is not sent to make you feel strong. It is sent so that you will know the difference, and a man who knows the difference cannot be easily walked anywhere again.

student: You knew all of this before I started talking.

professor: I suspected the shape of it. But if I had announced it in the first five minutes you would have written it down and believed it for a fortnight, and it would have gone out of you the next time a Sunday went badly. You found the ledger yourself. That one is yours now and nobody can take it off you. I only kept the room quiet enough for you to hear yourself thinking, and I will tell you again what I told you before, that a man who is genuinely thinking is already some distance up the road, and the most sensible thing I can do at that point is stand aside and let him walk.

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