Eurasians -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
“I want to admit the fact that the Church in its principles, as
indicated in the teachings and example of Jesus is the grandest society
on earth for the amelioration and salvation of mankind, but what is it
in practice? Go into the large, fashionable churches in any country,
where are the poor? In many of them not there at all. If a few of them
happen to be present, they are on the back seats, in the corners, while
the rich and influential are on the best seats in front. Take your own
church. The highest of rank in the station are honored with cushioned,
carpeted pews in front, where they get the first draughts of the
unskimmed milk of the word and so on down, caste by caste to the doors,
where the poor may find a few plank seats if they can. Have I not seen
some of the poor who have gone early into the front seats, ordered into
the rear? Are there not ranks and castes in the House of God, as you
call it? Did not the first missionaries in India for many years, as may
be some do now,—have different cups for the communion, some for high
castes, and others for low castes? Was this following Jesus in the true
spirit of the communion? Jesus did not establish a church; then why
should any of his followers do what he did not even suggest, and
besides, claim infallibility for what they have done? Certainly in human
affairs organization is essential, but principles should be first of
all, and instead of wasting time over dogmas and trivial rites and
ceremonies, the church, as a society, should follow and imitate Jesus in
doing the work he did.”
I went on rapidly, and my caller did not seem disposed to interrupt;
whether he thought my remarks worthy of his notice or not, I did not
know or care.
He said, “I will not answer you, but come to the subject again,” putting
on a humble, unctuous, clerical manner. “I am sorry that through your
club these people are kept away from the church.”
I replied: “Let us see how far this is the case. There is a large number
of Eurasians in the station. How many of them ever went to church? Not
more than a score. Why the others did not attend is not for me to say,
only to mention the fact. Where were the rest? Some out shooting; others
at their games; the most of them in their miserable homes, spending
their time in idleness, frivolity and vice, drinking the wretched cheap
liquor that Government has provided for them. You have never been to
their homes; you know nothing of their poverty and squalor; you have no
idea of the social vice and drunkenness among them, unfitting them for
any work. They seemed to be forsaken of God, as well as by their fellow
men.
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