Friend Mac Donald Part 10
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In my innocence, or rather in my ignorance, I had always seen in these words of our Lord a condemnation of riches--a condemnation without appeal, and looked upon the man who sought to be rich, and the man who did not scatter his wealth, as persons who willingly forfeited all chance of entering Heaven.
On leaving the church, my companion and I began to talk of the sermon.
The Scotch discuss a sermon on their way home from church, as we French people discuss the merits of a new play that we have just seen at the theatre. As we went along, I communicated my views to my friend. He turned on me a glance full of compa.s.sion.
"It is easy to see, my dear sir," he said, "that you have been brought up in a religion that does not encourage discussion. The result is that you swallow without resistance theories which would make our children start with indignation. If Christ's phrase could be interpreted in your fas.h.i.+on, it would be neither more nor less than an absurdity. He meant to say that it was more difficult for a rich man than a poor one to be saved, but not that it was impossible."
"But," I began, "it is impossible for a camel to go through the eye of a needle."
Here my companion's smile became more sarcastic. I foresaw that his explanation was going to stagger me, and so it did.
"You seem to be in earnest," said he; "let me enlighten you. There existed at Jerusalem, in our Saviour's time, a gateway called the _Needle's Eye_. Although one of the princ.i.p.al entrances to the city, this gateway was so narrow that a camel could only get through it with difficulty. So Christ meant to say----"
"Enough," I cried, "my ignorance is terrible. I never felt it so much as at this moment."
"You see," he added in a rather bantering tone, "in Scotch churches there is no incense ... but there is common sense."
Nothing mystic in the religion of the Scotch. The Old and New Testaments are submitted to the finest sifting. Every pa.s.sage is explained. They are served up as an intellectual food.
Here people do not see because they believe; they believe because they see. Faith is based upon reason.
It is easy to understand why the Scotchman, still more than the Englishman, is common sense personified.
You will see young fellows, scarcely come to manhood, meet together, and discuss the most subtle questions of theology with all the earnestness of doctors of divinity.
It is a powerful school. Reason ripens in the open air of discussion.
Very practical this religion of the Scotch!
I extract the following pa.s.sage from the letter of a young Scotchman, magistrate in India:--
"Time pa.s.ses tolerably here. For that matter, we are too busy to be much bored. Week follows week, and each is rather like the one that went before; but all are well filled up. Last Monday, I condemned an Indian to six months' imprisonment and held three inquests. On Tuesday, I presided at a meeting called for the purpose of hearing the report of the Zanana Missions. On Wednesday, I went to races and won 25. Everyone had bet on Mignonne, who was backed at two to one; but seeing that the ground was damp and slippery, I chose Phoebus, a heavier horse, backed at ten to one. I was lucky in my choice. On Thursday, after the work of the day, I went to see the Nautch girls dance. It is a little _risque_; but I have often heard you say that a man should see everything, so as to be able to judge between good and evil. There was a regatta on Friday. I went in for one race, but only came in second. On Sat.u.r.day, I had to make out over a hundred summonses, and try several petty offences. An uninteresting day. It is with a feeling of apprehension that I always await Sat.u.r.day. I have one more examination to pa.s.s before I can sentence the natives to more than one year's imprisonment, and two before I can send them to the gibbet. On Sunday, I read the lessons in church. In the afternoon I addressed a congregation out of doors. They seemed greatly impressed, and I count on several conversions."
You must admit that this was a well-filled week. I thought the mixture of sacred and profane quite delicious.
In Scotland, as in England, open-air services are very common. They are conducted by good folks, not over afflicted with modesty, who believe that they were chosen by Heaven to go and convert their fellow creatures--would-be St. Paul's, operating in the Athens of the North, and elsewhere.
Following the advice of Horace, these apostles plunge straight into their subject. They will attack you with the question, whether you are not too fond of the things of this world? or else, whether you have made your peace with G.o.d?
The utter conceit of these amateur clergy is matchless. They are either hypocrites of the worst stamp, or fanatics of the first water, "airing their self-righteousness at the corners of the streets." The monotony of their tunes, the commonplaces of their would-be sermons, their long visages, and their grimaces as they pray--all this is the reverse of attractive.
I prefer the soldiers of the Salvation Army. They are rough, but they do not banish cheerfulness from their services. They are lively, and break the awful silence of the British Sabbath. Their services at first struck everyone as blasphemous; but one gets used to everything in this country.
I must not pa.s.s over the open-air orator, who, to excuse his faults of grammar, said to his hearers, of whom I was one: "My dear friends, I have had no education, and I know very well I am not a gentleman; but that does not prevent me from accepting the mission that I have received from Heaven to come and preach the Gospel to you. Jesus Christ was not a gentleman--He was a carpenter. The Apostles were not gentlemen either--they were fishermen."
Modest, is it not?
There are Scots so sure of their salvation that they pray but to thank G.o.d that they are not as other men are. These Christians, whom Burns has named the _unco' guid_, are charitable: they pray for their neighbours.
There are, on the west of Scotland, two small islands inhabited by a race whose piety is really touching. Every Sunday, in their churches, they commend to G.o.d's care the poor inhabitants of the adjacent islands of England, Scotland, and Ireland!
They have their own future safety a.s.sured, and, in their charity, think of their neighbours.
Donald presenting Paddy and John Bull to the Lord! The scene is as touching as it is amusing.
CHAPTER X.
Donald's Relations with the Divinity. -- Prayers and Sermons. -- Signification of the Word "Receptivity." -- Requests and Thanksgivings. -- "Repose in Peace." -- "Thou Excelledst them all." -- Explanation of Miracles. -- Pulpit Advertis.e.m.e.nts. -- Pictures of the Last Judgment. -- One of the Elect Belated. -- An Urchin Preacher. -- A Considerate Beggar.
Donald is still more religious than John Bull--that is to say, he is still more theological and church-going; but the fas.h.i.+on in which he keeps up relations with the Divinity is very different.
The Englishman entertains the Jewish notion of G.o.d--a Deity terrible and avenging, whose very name strikes awe, and is not to be lightly p.r.o.nounced without drawing down celestial vengeance.
The Scot has a way of treating his Creator very much as if He were the next-door neighbour. He tells Him all his little needs, and will go so far as to gently reproach Him if they are not supplied.
If he has dined well, he is lavish in returning thanks to the Lord for His infinite favours; his grat.i.tude is boundless. If he has had a meagre repast, he thanks Him for the least of His mercies. The thanks are not omitted, but at the same time Donald gives the Lord to understand that he has made a poor dinner.
The following anecdote was told me in Scotland. The first part of it is given by Dr. Ramsay in his _Reminiscences_, I find. As to the second, I leave the responsibility of it to my host who related the story to me.
_Se non e vera, e ben trovata._
A Presbyterian minister had just cut his hay, and the weather not being very propitious for making it, he knelt near his open window and addressed to Heaven the following prayer:
"O Lord, send us wind for the hay; no a rantin', tantin', tearin' wind, but a noughin', soughin', winnin' wind...."
His prayer was here interrupted by a puff of wind that made the panes rattle, and scattered in all directions the papers lying on his table.
The minister straightway got up and closed his window, exclaiming:
"Now, Lord, that's ridik'lous!"
If this ending of the anecdote is not authentic, I feel quite sure that none but a Scotchman could have invented it.
Donald's prayers are sermons, just as the sermons of his ministers are prayers.
In these daily litanies the Scotchman enters into the most trifling details with careful forethought: the list of favours he has received, and for which he has to return thanks; the list of the blessings he wishes for, and will certainly receive, for G.o.d cannot refuse him anything,--all this is present to his prodigious memory. He dots his i's, as we say in France; and if by chance he should happen to employ a rather far-fetched expression, he explains it to the Lord, so that there shall be no danger of misunderstanding, no pretext for not according him what he asks for--he corners Him.
Thus I was one day present at evening prayers in a Scotch family, and heard the master of the house, among a thousand other supplications, make the following:
"O Lord, give us receptivity; that is to say, O Lord, the power of receiving impressions."
The entire Scotch character is there.
What forethought! what cleverness! what a business-like talent! To explain to G.o.d the signification of the far-fetched word _receptivity_, so that He should not be able to say: "There is a worthy Scotchman who uses outlandish words; I do not know what it is he wants."
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