From Somerset Maugham's short story, "Rain - one of the best, if not the best, portrait of white evangelical supremacy.

In the voice of Rev. Davidson, a missionary to the Pacific Islands:

"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗲𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀. 𝗪𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀. 𝗪𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗵. 𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘀𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘀."

"𝗛𝗼𝘄?" 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗗𝗿 𝗠𝗮𝗰𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗹, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲.

"𝗜 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘁𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀. 𝗢𝗯𝘃𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘁. 𝗜 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗵, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗱. 𝗜 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱. 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗳, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗜 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱."

"𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗮𝘆?"

"𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆?" 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆.

"𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁 𝗠𝗿 𝗗𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗻," 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀.

𝗗𝗿 𝗠𝗮𝗰𝗽𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝗗𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗮𝗹.

"𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽."

"𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁?"

𝗗𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝘂𝗯𝗯𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀.

"𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗿𝗮. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵. 𝗜𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗬𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁."