DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDESermon Transcript by Rev. Ernest O'NeillI think all of us have probably at least heard of Treasure Island. Or we've read it at school and it's the story of one-legged, one-eyed sailors, you remember, and pirates and doubloons and buried treasure and revenue men, and all that kind of thing. It is written by a man called Robert Louis Stevenson. He was a Scotsman who was a very famous author and lived actually most of his life on the island of Samoa in the South Pacific. Probably, if you ever spent a winter in Scotland, you would want to live on the Island of Samoa, too, so that's probably why he went there. One of the other novels he wrote has become a classic in Western Literature. It's a classic because it deals with the basic problem in human nature. It's a problem that is much deeper and much more serious than the problem of guilt. He called the novel "The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde."He starts the story this way: "Well, it was this way. I was coming home from someplace at the end of the world about 3:00 o'clock on a black, winter morning in London. And my way lay through a part of town where there was literally nothing to be seen but lamps, street after street, and all the folks asleep, street after street, all lighted up as if for a procession, all as empty as a church, 'til at last I got into that state of mind when a man listens and listens and begins to long for the site of a policeman. All at once I saw two figures, one a little man who was stumping along eastward at a good walk and the other a girl of maybe 8 or 10 who was coming along the opposite street. Well the two ran into one another at the corner and then came the horrible part of the thing. For the man trampled calmly over the child's body and left her screaming on the ground. It sounds nothing to hear, but it was hellish to see. It wasn't like a man; it was like some juggernaut. I gave a loud shout, took to my heels, caught the man and brought him back to where there was already quite a group about the screaming child. He was perfectly cool and made no resistance, but gave me one look so ugly that it brought out the sweat on me. This creature promised immediately that he would pay the little girl's family a hundred pounds compensation. Then he disappeared into a house just close by and came out a few moments later and presented a check to the girl's family. The name on the bottom of the check was the name of a famous Dr. Jekyll who was a well known philanthropist in the city, who was known everywhere for his kindness to the poor and the needy."Of course, Stevenson says that he doesn't know how this brutal, crude, grotesque creature who trampled over the little girl would have anything to do with the respected Dr. Jekyll unless there was some kind of blackmail involved. In the ensuing months, that creature became more and more known in the poorer parts of London because he was repeatedly involved in assaults and attacks on poor defenseless people. He had so many brushes with the law that people began to know who he was; he was a man known as Mr. Hyde. At the end of the novel, Dr. Jekyll writes a note, a suicide note. In it he explains the origin of Mr. Hyde."I was born in the year 1863 to a large fortune," Dr. Jekyll writes, "Inclined by nature to industry, fond of the respect of the wise and good among my fellow men and thus, as might have been supposed, with every guarantee of an honorable and distinguished future." Then he explains, "I had in me many generous desires to help the poor and the downtrodden of the large city into which I was born. I loved to go out and be kind to them and help them, both medically and financially. But along with these good motives and impulses within me, these generous desires that I had, I found another set of impulses utterly different and absolutely contradictory. I found they would rise up from within me at times, not just generous desires and desires to be loving and kind to those who were less fortunate than myself. I would find rising within me grotesque desires of anger and desire for self-gratification. I would find within me strong desires to hate people and get my own back on people. He explains, "You couldn't even call me a hypocrite because a hypocrite is one who pretends to be what he isn't, but I find to my dismay that I was both of these people. I was completely the generous, kind, philanthropic, loving Dr. Jekyll, and at other times I was the grotesque, hateful, self-gratifying, dominating Mr. Hyde.""Gradually, the character of Mr. Hyde wore me down so much that as Dr. Jekyll I became utterly wearied with the battle of trying to keep the good part of me on top and I longed to find out if there was any solution. If each, I told myself, could but be housed in separate identities, life would be relieved of all that was unbearable. The unjust might go his way, delivered from the aspirations and remorse of his more upright twin. The just could walk steadfastly and securely on his upward path doing the good things in which he found his pleasure and no longer exposed to disgrace and penitence by the hands of this extraneous evil. It was the curse of mankind that these incongruous facets were bound together. That in the agonized womb of consciousness these polar twins should be continuously struggling. How then could they ever be separated?" - more -
