Siam and Laos, as Seen by Our American Missionaries
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Siam and Laos, as Seen by Our American Missionaries
Laos -- Description and travel; Missions -- Laos; Missions -- Thailand; Thailand -- Description and travel
Before us we could see the picturesque mountain with its many
white-spired pagodas and the splendid shrine or temple which is built
over the sacred footprint. In the picture it is the elegant structure
which you see, with a seven-storied roof terminating in a graceful
tapering spire (p. 103). The whole being richly gilded, the rays of
the sun resting upon it made it very beautiful. Having dined, we made
our way to this temple. The rocky platform on which it stands is
reached by some fifty or more steps (not seen in the picture), which
devout Buddhists always ascend on their knees. Its outer walls are
covered with bright mosaic. The large double doors are beautifully
inlaid with figures of mother-of-pearl. On the inner walls are painted
scenes from the life of Buddha. The apartment is about thirty feet
square, and the floor is covered with plates of what they say is
silver. On the walls hangs what is said to be a representation of the
footprint, set with jewels and made of beaten gold. It is about four
feet long and one and a half broad. Of what is worshiped as the
footprint itself we could see nothing but a dark oblong opening in the
floor like a small open grave. It is enclosed in a railing about a
foot high, said to be of solid silver, and over it is an elegant gilt
canopy with curtains of gold cloth at the sides.
There were many worshipers within the temple, and a great number of
small wax candles or tapers burning. The poor devotees entered the
sacred spot on their knees, and, crawling beside the footprint, bowed
the head three times to the floor and laid their offering within the
enclosure. Then, crawling to some water that had probably been blessed
by the priests, they sprinkled their heads, and left the room, as they
entered it, upon their knees. Some who perhaps were too poor to make
any offering took up a priest’s fan and with all the solemnity
possible fanned the footprint. All these ceremonies were performed in
perfect silence, and the place seemed truly solemn. Oh, how my heart
ached to tell them the folly of all these things, and to point them to
the almighty One whose footprints can everywhere be traced in nature!
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