June 12, 1926
I’ve often thought the Church of Cana was a fancy, a pleasant way to while away a year or two while maintaining oneself as one is accustomed. The company is good and the hours are convenient. In the last week I’ve been considering that perhaps the church may have some grander purpose.
If the end is to come, as it will, perhaps the best use of time is not in trying to keep oneself amused, but in forestalling it as long as possible. I’ve never before thought I could affect the end of things, and now it seems so dreary to do nothing. Perhaps the end might be delayed to the end of my natural lifetime, or beyond. With the aid of my little flock of sheep I might trade a few hours of fear and danger for a few days or weeks of joyful life.
My popularity has always depended on my preaching that there is holiness in merriment. In the light of the last few days, I’m beginning to believe it’s true. There is a terror beyond the edges of our world, and the desperate and the alienated seek to bring it through doors they open with their madness, and the madness of their followers. I also have followers, don’t I? Perhaps they might believe in what our world has been and should be, and hold close these breaches into our reality.
If I keep them safe, and ignorant, I can make them believe in a benevolent God with all the fervor in their hearts. They’ll be a wall in the space between worlds.
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Ivy's Journal, June 12, 1926
An excerpt from the journal of Ivy Morgan
June 12, 1926