The Christian church of to-day is the church of women. Woman is certainly
the better-half of Christianity. She is the minister’s right bower. The
Christian soldier is an Amazon. The first at the prayer-meeting, at the
donation party, at the missionary convention, at the Sunday service, at
the altar, at the Sunday school is woman, and the last is woman, too.
Without its female members, adherents and workers the Christian church
would be an abandoned wreck within a week. It is true that men give money
to the church, but they do it generally to please the women or at their
solicitation.
The Christian religion is a female religion. It is emotional piety. There
is nothing robust, independent about it, nothing that appeals to strength,
intellect, reason. It is a vine, not an oak. Even its chief idol was
fashioned for female worship. The songs of Christianity were written for
women to sing, rather than men. The God of Christianity is a father, its
savior is a young man, and its angels are all of the masculine gender. The
Christian heaven is a he-kingdom, as far as its administration is
concerned—a sort of celestial harem—for certainly ten women go there to
one man, if the membership of the church determines the election of
candidates to heavenly bliss. The two favorite hymns at the
prayer-meeting, the two that are sung with most feeling, are “Jesus, lover
of my soul,” and “Nearer, my God, to thee.”
Religion was invented to catch women. The priest is the spider and woman
the fly. Upon the altar of every faith woman has been the sacrifice.
Religion claims its female victims in this age just as surely as when the
Hindoo widow was sent to join her dead husband on wings of flame. Woman
to-day is not killed to appease a God, but she is still made a fool of by
the priest. The spirit of the offering is the same, the form, only, is
different. The foundation of every Christian church is woman; the
salary-raiser of every Christian minister is woman. Woman is the keystone
in every arch of Christian endeavor that spans the earth. She is "the
bright, particular star" of the church’s hope. Men are not so easily
caught by the Christian scheme of salvation as women. They want to see
some return for their money on earth. It is the woman who is caught in the
religious toils; it is the woman who is the slave of God, the victim of
priest and minister.
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The declaration that will kindle enthusiasm in the human breast most
quickly is that a new way has been discovered to get rich.