A student (of Forsyth) was sent to preach in a comfortable suburban chapel, and whose route. . . . took him through one of the worst slums in London.
“The sight of barefoot children in sordid alleyways, and all the other signs of deprivation, incensed him to an anger which he could not contain as he faced his furred and feathered congregation from the pulpit.
Waxing eloquent on social justice he recalled to his hearers what he had seen, and being met with a sea of complacent faces he blurted out: ‘You don’t care, do you? Damn you!’
Next morning, he found himself . . . . in Principal Forsyth’s study. Forsyth was holding in his hand a letter of complaint from the church officers, and for several minutes the student was subjected to a stern lecture on proper pulpit behaviour.
Eventually dismissed, the hapless young prophet was just going through the door when Forsyth called out to him: ‘Oh, just one word more, Mr ….. They never will care, you know – damn them!'”
Keith Clements, P. T. Forsyth: A Political Theologian? in Justice and the Only Mercy, Trevor Hart, pg. 146-7