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“My thoughts and affections go out most strongly to our own country, and
therefore most of my money is to be spent in it. I feel that by helping
to outline the new paths which multitudes are to follow here, I shall
best help the progress of humanity everywhere. But I am not so
narrowminded as to think it right to wait until we get all the
industrial schools and kindergartens that we need here, before we teach
the first elements of decency to our brothers and sisters in Africa and
every other stronghold of heathenism and savagery. My childhood was
spent with earnest people who were interested in the missionary work. As
a child, I read the ‘Missionary Herald,’ and gave my mite towards
building the Morning Star.
“But of late years I have lived in a society whose sentiment has been
more than half contemptuous of foreign missions. ‘Let us civilize the
heathen at home,’ they say; ‘let us do the duty that lies nearest, and
not meddle with what is none of our business.’
“I am tired of this prating and ignorant talk by would-be cultured
people who know nothing of the real results of missionary work. They
find no fault with actresses or sea-captains or Bohemians who choose
exile for gain or pleasure, but they are always ready to cry out against
the folly of one who goes to teach men the alphabet, and tell women that
they are something more than beasts of burden or mere child-bearing
animals.
“I am constantly meeting people who talk as if Buddhism contained all
that is of value in Christianity, and who actually scoff at any attempt
to disturb what they call the picturesque, simple faith of their carvers
of ivory bric-à-brac.
“I revere Buddha. I do not ignore the fact that in all ages God has not
left himself without a witness, and that many seers and prophets have
led the nations toward the light. But I prefer the sunlight to the
twilight, and what vision of truth has come to me I would pass along to
others. Especially do I long to help the women. Sometimes their
degradation and helplessness appeals so powerfully to my imagination
that I feel that I must give my money and my time without stint, until
selfish, indifferent Christendom is forced to remember what is the true
condition of two thirds of the world.”
I was trembling all over with nervous excitement, and, as usual, was so
absorbed in what I was saying as to quite forget to wonder what these
five people, so much older and wiser and more experienced than I, must
think of my sitting there and talking to them in this fashion. I am
dreadfully afraid it must have seemed conceited or audacious or
something of the sort. However, they knew nothing about me or my ideas,
and as it was quite necessary that they should understand my position
before they could give me any counsel, I proceeded to make it known.
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