Daily Dose of Ingersoll

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Now I come to the last part of this creed — the doctrine of
eternal punishment. I have concluded that I will never deliver a
lecture in which I will not attack the doctrine of eternal pain.
That part of the Congregational creed would disgrace the lowest
savage that crouches and crawls in the jungles of Africa. The man
who now, in the nineteenth century, preaches the doctrine of
eternal punishment, the doctrine of an eternal hell, has lived in
vain. Think of that doctrine! The eternity of punishment! I find in
this same creed — in this latest utterance of Congregationalism —
that Christ is finally going to triumph in this world and establish
his kingdom. This creed declares that “we believe in the ultimate
prevalence of the kingdom of God over all the earth.” If their
doctrine is true he will never triumph in the other world. The
Congregational Church does not believe in the ultimate prevalence
of the kingdom of Christ in the world to come. There he is to meet
with eternal failure. He will have billions in hell forever.

In this world we never will be perfectly civilized as long as
a gallows casts its shadow upon the earth. As long as there is a
penitentiary, within the walls of which a human being is immured,
we are not a perfectly civilized people. We shall never be
perfectly civilized until we do away with crime. And yet, according
to this Christian religion, God is to have an eternal penitentiary;
he is to be an everlasting jailer an everlasting turnkey, a warden
of an infinite dungeon. and he is going to keep prisoners there
forever, not for the purpose of reforming them — because they are
never going to get any better, only worse — but for the purpose of
purposeless punishment. And for what? For something they failed to
believe in this world. Born in ignorance, supported by poverty,
caught in the snares of temptation, deformed by toil, stupefied by
want — and yet held responsible through the countless ages of
eternity! No man can think of a greater horror; no man can dream of
a greater absurdity. For the growth of that doctrine ignorance was
soil and fear was rain. It came from the fanged mouths of serpents,
and yet it is called “glad tidings of great joy.”

Robert Green Ingersoll – “Orthodoxy”(1884)