The Didactor by Chandler Roy F

Author:Chandler, Roy F. [Chandler, Roy F.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Katherine R. Chandler
Published: 2014-02-16T16:00:00+00:00

The students straggled in murmuring together, greeting Mr. Troop, and settling themselves about the room. While Troop marveled at their various degrees of dishabille, they shoved furniture into chaos and developed groupings and lumpings to their own satisfaction. Some collapsed on the wall-to-wall carpeting that aided quiet in the library. He enjoyed the casual relaxation of the meeting and thought how often he had worried and chewed to develop the same atmosphere in his classes.

The assemblage of students continued to mount. Furniture was again adjusted to meet the increased demand and, as the moment of confrontation approached, it became obvious that far more than the expected thirty or forty students were present. He looked inquiringly at Mary as she sorted groups and exhorted others to move over and shove down her answering shrug of "Who knows" disclaimed any responsibility for the extra participants.

Finally satisfied with arrangements, the group quieted and a student Troop knew only as Chuck introduced the speaker of the evening. He described Mr. Troop as the well-known teacher, a man who had traveled a lot, a gentleman from whom he felt they could learn, and a member of the community. Troop suspected the announcer had spent little effort on researching his speaker.

He had been sitting on the librarian's counter, his sneaker clad feet dangling. He had chosen a worn pair of Levi's for the occasion, and in deference to chill fall weather, had thrown a leather motorcycle jacket over a dark blue t-shirt. The jacket now tossed aside, he slid from the counter top and examined his audience in some detail. He thought them a likely group. Those he recognized stood near the top of their classes. That they were voluntarily present assured their interest, and given interest, he could give them a profitable evening.

For a single instant he wondered if perhaps he should have prepared an outline. Instead, he had decided to follow his nose and talk about that in which they seemed interested.

He began, "Fellow seekers of enlightenment," and allowed a friendly smile to soften his message and increase the informality of the talk. "We are here to discuss religion, which means, we are going to talk, think, and worry over the greatest question facing the human race. For, if we examine the subject with logic rather than the too common emotion, we find ourselves faced with a simple question: Is there a God at all? Followed by increasingly detailed subjects, such as How should He be worshipped, if at all, What is His program for us, if any, and eventually into the very heart of our concepts of right and wrong."

He stopped and drew up the chair Mary had left for him. He sat in it with his arms folded across the back, facing a still noncommittal audience. So much for the introductory notes, he thought; now to jab them a little.

"Some say there is no proof that there is a God" He detected small nervous stirrings. "An alleged proof of God's existence offered

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