Against the Current Part 13
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On the whole it was a pageant worth seeing, and I watch it with the same interest from the same doorway whenever I have the good fortune to be at home again.
Besides the riot of colour which attracted me, I very early began my ethnographic studies; for there were variations in dress, which denoted the mountaineer, the man from the valley, the peasant and the mechanic.
Each locality had some style of its own, each race, occupation and faith was marked.
Those who went to the church of the weather-vane were the most soberly attired. Theological divisions were accentuated by the presence or absence of colour, braid and b.u.t.tons; for there were Puritans among those wors.h.i.+ppers. Their forefathers swore fealty to the faith of Calvin rather than that of Luther, and while all of them wors.h.i.+pped in the same church, the historic division was manifested in clothes, if often in nothing else.
Had not clothes marked the churchgoers, I could easily have detected the difference between faiths by facial expression, posture and gait.
The Catholics walked to church rather more reverently than the others.
Rosaries hung from the folded hands of the women, who looked neither to the right nor the left, reserving all abandonment to the pa.s.sions of youth and life until after the services were over.
The Protestants marched like soldiers, their heavy psalm-books clasped to their b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Thus fortified, as if by gun or bayonet, they went to the house of G.o.d, erect and defiant. Although the generation that I knew never fought for its right to wors.h.i.+p according to the dictates of its conscience, its forefathers fought, killed and were killed; while the weather-vane turned on its rusty hinges to face the storms that raged.
The Reformation came with its good and ill to the Carpathians as it came to the Alps, and it seems strange that the Teutonic Tyrolese submitted to being forcibly rebaptized into the Mother Church, while the more sluggish Slavs fought and retained their faith.
Church historians have taken scant if any notice of these Slavic Protestants, who were as brave as the Huguenots and suffered as much.
There were bishops who forsook mitre and crozier, becoming one with the peasants in suffering imprisonment and martyrdom.
There were priests who followed their example, and, for preaching the new faith, were chained to the block. A group of twenty was sentenced to the galleys and perished miserably at the cruel task.
There were n.o.bles, both men and women, who jeopardized their t.i.tles and their lands.
There were peasants innumerable who were wakened out of an age-long slumber and refused to relinquish their freedom in the faith.
The old chronicles of this parish, which but recently fell into my hands, justify my early proclivities for these Protestants. The Chronicle narrates: "The Roman Catholic Bishop, George Barsony, bringing with him a company of Croatians, began forcibly to baptize our members.
At the communion, when he placed the wafer on the tongue of the peasant, Stefan Pilarek, the same bit the finger of the Bishop to the bone, and not until the Croatians. .h.i.t him over the head did he relinquish his hold. The other members who were about to receive the communion refused to take it; they began to fight; the Croatians opened fire at them, and two were killed. Protestants came from the neighbouring villages and surrounded the house of the priest, where the Bishop lodged. They got hold of him and gave him such a beating that he died from its effects."
The Chronicle does not say that they murdered him.
Two regiments of Croatians appeared the next week; the preacher, teacher and s.e.xton were hanged in proper order, while the peasants were broken over the wheel, impaled or quartered. The Chronicle concludes this part of the narrative: "From that time the free exercise of religion ceased in this parish."
Besides their fighting mood and the struggle for liberty which drew me to the Protestants, their sober house of prayer as well as the simplicity and order of their wors.h.i.+p, appealed to the Puritan within me, and did not offend my aesthetic feelings.
From the bell-tower I could look down upon the congregation (having bought this privilege from the _mendic_). On the straight-backed benches sat these stiff Puritans, praying with heads erect, singing hymns which had in them the ring of battle. There were no images to offend a mind trained to see in them an insult to Jehovah; no dark corners or dimly lighted altars to suggest mystery; no incense to artificially arouse the desire for wors.h.i.+p. Green fields and acres of swaying poppies and bearded barley were visible from the windows, and when the people sang it seemed to me as if all nature were in tune with their psalmody.
That of which I am now most conscious as having appealed to me was, that I understood every word of the service which floated up to me; and even those broken and stolen s.n.a.t.c.hes were to me the first bits of religion rationally interpreted.
There were certain texts which remained in my memory, and when later in life great social questions pressed for solution, the words that had been so eagerly listened to by the little Jewish boy, hidden in the belfry, came back to the struggling man with promises of hope.
When, finally, on this side the Atlantic, I united with the Protestant Church, no struggle preceded it, no reaction was necessary; mind and soul were merely coming home.
In reality, I have found in the church of the Puritans the best that my race has bequeathed to the world. The prophets and seers are more at home, I think, in the meeting-house than in the synagogue or the cathedral. To me at least, the really great, vital notes of religion which they have struck were not revealed by the rabbi or the priest; but by the great Puritans, who spoke to me out of English literature and here and there from pulpit and platform.
I cared but little, if at all, for the salvation which Christianity promised or the theology over which it quarrelled.
When Protestantism becomes rabbinical, and when it holds or withholds the keys of Heaven, I shall feel myself as much a stranger to it as I felt to the synagogue or the cathedral. In its cry for righteousness and personal purity, in its emphasis upon a Christian democracy, in its demand for rational self-sacrifice to achieve great, social ends, it appeals to me and claims my allegiance.
Its creeds, even the most historic, leave me untouched; its sectarian quarrels I cannot comprehend and its dogmatism repels me. When it proclaims the supreme value of the human soul, and demands for it a right to seek its G.o.d, unhindered; when it pleads for protection of the child and the woman, and labours for the day when they shall not need protection from a rapacious society; when it struggles to bring to earth the Kingdom of Heaven, I am one with it and am among mine own. Then I hear the voices of my Fathers speaking as they were moved to speak by the Holy Spirit.
I do not wish to imply that I hold lightly the salvation which Christianity offers to the individual. It is a goal and a prize worth striving for; but for some reason I have lost the sense of self, at least in these higher reaches of the soul.
When I "got religion," to use a well-worn phrase, I did not want the isolation of a "chosen people," even if, to be a Jew, had meant the plaudits of the world instead of its derision. I did not consider the security of my soul from the pains of Purgatory or the torments of h.e.l.l, promised by an infallible church. What I wanted and am fairly confident that I have obtained, was: a fellows.h.i.+p with a G.o.d whose chief attributes are social; who, when He revealed Himself to man, made the revelation through His Son, who came to save a world.
Out of all the many confusing interpretations of Christ's teachings, this is clear to me: That He meant to bring together the alienated, to harmonize the discordant, to heal the ancient wounds caused by the mere struggle for self, and that into the world's disorder He intended to bring a new order, which He called: The Kingdom of Heaven.
The most valuable possession which Christianity holds for me is this conviction: That the task is unfinished, that the conflict is still on and that it is my business to invest my life in such a way as to make true the dream of the Son of Man.
XXVI
TOLSTOY THE MAN
After many painful years I discovered that neither religion nor culture has very materially modified racial antagonisms. The years I spent in the gymnasium, sheltered by the arms of the church with the cross, were bearable, only because neither my face nor speech betrayed my racial origin. They were painful years and as they pa.s.s through the channels of my mind I realize that it would add little or nothing to the purpose I have in view, should I give a detailed account of them.
I learned my Latin astonis.h.i.+ngly well, excelled in history, and lagged frightfully in mathematics. Science there was none, at least none worth mentioning. There were logic and rhetoric in which I did good work. In religion, which dominated the curriculum, I was a sceptic, demoralizing the cla.s.ses. On the whole, I fear I was a disturbing element; for when I pa.s.sed my finals and said good-bye to the rector, he muttered: "Praised be the Lord Jesus Christ!"
At the university, where nationalistic lines were closely drawn, I drifted towards the Slavic groups, forming close and lasting friends.h.i.+ps with a number of Russians whose idealism was contagious.
They regarded man entirely from the standpoint of humanity, were delightfully impractical, always in debt, smoked cigarettes incessantly, slept until noon, and stayed awake into the morning hours, vehemently discussing everything under the heavens. I owe much to them; above all, my acquaintance with Russian literature and the personal friends.h.i.+p of Tolstoy, who has been the most vital factor in shaping my "_Weltanschauung_."
When I started for Russia on my first pilgrimage, I had not much in my pocket besides the letter of introduction they gave me. I went to see the man who taught religion in terms I understood and which I thought I could accept and practice.
Of my journey there is little to say, except that I travelled a great distance on foot, that I was the recipient of much kindness everywhere and that the peasants shared with me their scant crust and cabbage. I have since tried to find the old woman who gave me some cold potatoes, and who in giving them bestowed more than those who now entertain me at their banqueting tables.
As for the many who offered me hot tea and a bed in the true spirit of charity--ah! if I were rich and could find them all! The only time I wish for money is when I try to repay kindness; but as our Slavic poor used to say: "_Pan Bogh Zaplatz_"--"G.o.d repay you."
So let it be then--G.o.d repay you--you Russian sisters who have washed my weary feet and soothed them with mutton tallow; you brother who gave me your place on the cart while you trudged along beside your poor, s.h.a.ggy horse, as thin and wretched and as kindly looking as yourself.
G.o.d repay you, you Jewish innkeeper with whom I p.a.w.ned my silver watch, who kept it safe for a year or more and would take no usurer's interest.
G.o.d repay you, too, you black-eyed, Jewish maidens who smiled at me. G.o.d repay you the smile, which was good stimulus for a lonely lad, to whom a kindly look was more even than bread.
G.o.d repay you, you Russian matron who took me into your beautiful home and tried to wean me from my "Tolstoy madness" by offering to keep me as tutor for your half savage children.
G.o.d bless them all, even the homely kitchen maid who refused to admit me when I knocked at the Count's door, and after giving me a huge piece of black bread told me to "go in peace." I ate the bread but knocked again, and when my letter reached the Countess she came to s.h.i.+eld her husband from the intruder.
Yes, G.o.d repay you too, you guardian of this genius, standing between him and the world, which, acting upon his word, would have taken all he was willing to give away. I shall never forget your motherly kindness after I kissed your hand in greeting and you discovered my plight, nor the glorious days I spent under your hospitable roof.
Sometimes I thought you sheltered him too much, that wonderful man--your husband; that you slipped silken underwear beneath the hair s.h.i.+rt he wore, and made soft the hard bed on which he wished to sleep. He would have perished long ago had you not loved him so--and yet, what a death it would have been!
It is easy to glorify those who already wear a halo, and I felt all the emotions which one is likely to experience in the presence of one's ideal; but the final, distinct impression which remained, strengthened rather than weakened by renewed acquaintances.h.i.+p, was that I had met a man--not a Russian Count or the peasant he tried to be; not a cosmopolitan who has a touch of culture borrowed from the capitals of the world--but a _man_ who had thrown off all antagonisms and prejudices, and was able to meet all human beings upon a high and common level.
It was this rare quality in him which enabled me to tell him frankly and honestly all that brought me to him. I do not remember the words I used, I fear they were not simple enough; but I know that all I told him was absolutely true. That is no credit to me though; for like all truly great personalities he is truth compelling. His remedy for my ills was disappointingly simple; the remedy for the greatest of the world's ills was "in myself."
"Do not repay evil for evil." "Do not hate anybody." "Maintain the dignity of your own personality." "Love everybody, even your enemies."
"Give everything and ask nothing in return."
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