Part 26 (1/2)
Such is myth and fable. The history of one religion is substantially the history of all religions. In embryo man lives all lives. The man of genius knows within himself the history of the human race; he knows the history of all religions. The man of imagination, genius, having seen a leaf and a drop of water, can construct the forests, the rivers, and the seas. In his presence all the cataracts fall and foam, the mists rise, and the clouds form and float. To really know one fact is known its kindred and its neighbors. Shakespeare, looking at a coat of mail, instantly imagined the society, the conditions that produced it, and what it, in its turn, produced. He saw the castle, the moat, the drawbridge, the lady in the tower, and the knightly lover spurring over the plain. He saw the bold baron and the rude retainer, the trampled serfs, and all the glory and the grief of feudal life. The man of imagination has lived the life of all people, of all races. He has been a citizen of Athens in the days of Pericles; listened to the eager eloquence of the great orator, and has sat upon the cliff, and with the tragic poet heard ”the mult.i.tudinous laughter of the sea.” He has seen Socrates thrust the spear of question through the s.h.i.+eld and heart of falsehood--was present when the great man drank hemlock and met the night of death tranquil as a star meets morning. He has followed the peripatetic philosophers, and has been puzzled by the sophists. He has watched Phidias, as he chiseled shapeless stone to forms of love and awe. He has lived by the slow Nile, amid the vast and monstrous. He knows the very thought that wrought the form and features of the Sphinx. He has heard great Memnon's morning song, has laid him down with the embalmed dead, and felt within their dust the expectation of another life, mingled with cold and suffocating doubts--the children born of long delay. He has walked the ways of mighty Rome, has seen the great Caesar with his legions in the field, has stood with vast and motley throngs and watched the triumphs given to victorious men, followed by uncrowned kings, the captured hosts and all the spoils of ruthless war. He has heard the shout that shook the Coliseum's roofless walls when from the reeling gladiator's hand the short sword fell, while from his bosom gushed the stream of wasted life. He has lived the life of savage men--has trod the forest's silent depths, and in the desperate name of life or death has matched his thought against the instinct of the beast. He has sat beneath the bo tree's contemplative shade, rapt in Buddha's mighty thought, and he has dreamed all dreams that light, the alchemist, hath wrought from dust and dew and stored within the slumbrous poppy's subtle blood. He has knelt with awe and dread at every prayer; has felt the consolation and the shuddering fear; has seen all the devils; has mocked and wors.h.i.+ped all the G.o.ds; enjoyed all heavens, and felt the pangs of every h.e.l.l. He has lived all lives, and through his blood and brain have crept the shadow and the chill of every death, and his soul, Mazeppa-like, has been lashed naked to the wild horse of every fear and love and hate. The imagination hath a stage within the brain, whereon he sets all scenes that lie between the morn of laughter and the night of tears, and where his players body forth the false and true, the joys and griefs, the careless shadows, and the tragic deeps of human life.
Through with the myth-makers, we now come to the wonder-worker. There is this difference between the miracle and the myth--a myth is an idealism of a fact, and a miracle is a counterfeit of a fact. There is some difference between a myth and a miracle. There is the difference that there is between fiction and falsehood and poetry and perjury.
Miracles are probably only in the far past or the very remote future.
The present is the property of the natural. You say to a man: ”The dead were raised 4,000 years ago.” He says, ”Well, that's reasonable.”
You say to him, ”In 4,000,000 years we shall all be raised.” He says, ”That is what I believe.” Say to him, ”A man was raised from the dead this morning,” and he will say, ”What are you giving us?” Miracles never convince at the time they were said to have been performed.
John the Baptist was the forerunner of Christ. He was cast into prison. When Christ heard of it He ”departed from that country.”
Afterward he returned and heard that John had been beheaded, and he again departed from that country. There is no possible relation between the miraculous and the moral. The miracles of the middle ages are the children of superst.i.tion. In the middle ages men told everything but the truth, and believed everything but the facts. The middle ages--a trinity of ignorance, mendacity and insanity. There is one thing about humanity. You see the faults of others, but not your own. A Catholic in India sees a Hindoo bowing before an idol and thinks it absurd. Why does he not get him a plaster of paris virgin and some beads and holy water? Why does the protestant shut his eyes when he prays? The idea is a souvenir of sun wors.h.i.+p. It is the most natural wors.h.i.+p in the world. Religious dogmas have become absurd. The doctrine of eternal torment today has become absurd, low, groveling, ignorant, barbaric, savage, devilish and no gentleman would preach it.
Science, thou art the great magician! Thou alone performest the true miracles. Thou alone workest the real wonders. Fire is thy servant, lightning thy messenger. The waves obey thee, and thou knowest the circuits of the wind. Thou art the great philanthropist. Thou hast freed the slave and civilized the master. Thou hast taught man to chain, not his fellow-man, but the forces of nature--forces that have no backs to be scarred, no limbs for chains to chill and eat--forces that never know fatigue, that shed no tears--forces that have no hearts to break. Thou gavest man the plow, the reaper and the loom--thou hast fed and clothed the world. Thou art the great physician. Thy touch hath given sight. Thou hast made the lame to leap, the dumb to speak, and in the pallid cheek thy hand hath set the rose of health. ”Thou hast given thy beloved sleep”--a sleep that wraps in happy dreams the throbbing nerves of pain. Thou art the perpetual providence of man--preserver of life and love. Thou art the teacher of every virtue, and the enemy of every vice. Thou has discovered the true basis of morals--the origin and office of conscience--and hast revealed the nature and measure of obligation. Thou hast taught that love is justice in its highest form, and that even self-love, guided by wisdom, embraces with loving arms the human race. Thou hast slain the monsters of the past. Thou hast discovered the one inspired book. Thou hast read the records of the rocks, written by wind and wave, by frost and flame--records that even priestcraft cannot change--and in thy wondrous scales thou hast weighed the atoms and the stars. Thou art the founder of the only true religion. Thou art the very Christ, the only savior of mankind!
Theology has always been in the way of the advance of the human race.
There is this difference between science and theology--science is modest and merciful, while theology is arrogant and cruel. The hope of science is the perfection of the human race. The hope of theology is the salvation of a few and the d.a.m.nation of almost everybody. As I told you in the first place, I believe in the religion of freedom. O liberty! thou art the G.o.d of my idolatry. Thou art the only deity that hates the bended knee. In thy vast and unwalled temple, beneath the roofless dome, star-gemmed and luminous with suns, thy wors.h.i.+pers stand erect. They do not bow or cringe or crawl or bend their foreheads to the earth. Thy dust hast never borne the impress of lips, upon thy sacred altars mothers do not sacrifice their babes, nor men their rights. Thou askest naught from man except the things that good men hate, the whip, the chain, the dungeon key. Thou hast no kings, no popes, no priests to stand between their fellow-men and thee. Thou hast no monks, no nuns, who, in the name of duty, murder joy. Thou carest not for forms nor mumbled prayers. At thy sacred shrine hypocrisy does not bow, fear does not crouch, virtue does not tremble, superst.i.tion's feeble tapers do not burn, but reason holds aloft her inextinguishable torch, while on the ever-broadening brow of science falls the ever coming morning of the ever better day.
Ingersoll on The Chinese G.o.d
Messrs. Wright, d.i.c.key, O'Conner and Murch, of the select committee on the causes of the present depression of labor, presented the majority special report upon Chinese immigration.
These gentlemen are in great fear for the future of our most holy and perfectly authenticated religion, and have, like faithful watchmen from the walls and towers of Zion, hastened to give the alarm. They have informed Congress that ”Joss has his temple of wors.h.i.+p in the Chinese quarters, in San Francisco. Within the walls of a dilapidated structure is exposed to the view of the faithful the G.o.d of the Chinaman, and here are his altars of wors.h.i.+p. Here he tears up his pieces of paper; here he offers up his prayers; here he receives his religious consolations, and here is his road to the celestial land.”
That ”Joss is located in a long, narrow room, in a building in a back alley, upon a kind of altar;” that ”he is a wooden image, looking as much like an alligator as like a human being;” that the Chinese ”think there is such a place as heaven;” that ”all cla.s.ses of Chinamen wors.h.i.+p idols;” that ”the temple is open every day at all hours;” that ”the Chinese have no Sunday;” that this heathen G.o.d has ”huge jaws, a big red tongue, large white teeth, a half-dozen arms, and big, fiery eyeb.a.l.l.s. About him are placed offerings of meat, and other eatables--a sacrificial offering.”
No wonder that these members of the committee were shocked at such a G.o.d, knowing as they did that the only true G.o.d was correctly described by the inspired lunatic of Patmos in the following words:
”And there sat in the midst of the seven golden candlesticks one like unto the son of man, clothed with a garment down to the foot, and girt about the paps with a golden girdle. His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire; and his feet like unto fine bra.s.s as if they burned in a furnace; and his voice as the sound of many waters. And he had in his right hand seven stars; and out of his mouth went a sharp, two-edged sword; and his countenance was as the sun s.h.i.+ning in his strength.”
Certainly, a large mouth, filled with white teeth, is preferable to one used as the scabbard of a sharp, two-edged sword. Why should these gentlemen object to a G.o.d with big fiery eyeb.a.l.l.s, when their own Deity has eyes like a flame of fire?
Is it not a little late in the day to object to people because they sacrifice meat and other eatables to their G.o.d? We all know that for thousands of years the ”real” G.o.d was exceedingly fond of roasted meat; that He loved the savor of burning flesh, and delighted in the perfume of fresh, warm blood.
The following account of the manner in which the ”living G.o.d” desired that His people should sacrifice tends to show the degradation and religious blindness of the Chinese--:
”Aaron therefore went unto the altar and slew the calf of the sin-offering which was for himself. And the sons of Aaron brought the blood unto him. And he dipped his fingers in the blood and put it upon the horns of the altar, and poured out the blood at the bottom of the altar; but the fat and the kidneys and the caul above the liver of the sin-offering he burnt upon the altar, as the Lord commanded Moses, and the flesh and the hide he burnt with fire without the camp. And he slew the burnt offering. And Aaron's sons presented unto him the blood which he sprinkled round about the altar.... And he brought the meat offering and took a handful thereof and burnt upon the altar..... He slew also the bullock and the ram for a sacrifice of peace offering, which was for the people. And Aaron's sons presented unto him the blood which he sprinkled upon the altar, round about, and the fat of the bullock and of the ram, the rump and that which covereth the inwards, and the kidneys, and the caul above the liver, and they put the fat upon the b.r.e.a.s.t.s and he burnt the fat upon the altar. And the b.r.e.a.s.t.s and the right shoulder Aaron waved for a wave-offering before the Lord, as Moses had commanded.”
If the Chinese only did something like this, we would know that they wors.h.i.+ped the ”living” G.o.d. The idea that the supreme head of the ”American system of religion” can be placated with a little meat and ”ordinary eatables,” is simply preposterous. He has always asked for blood, and has always a.s.serted that without the shedding of blood there is no remission of sin.
The world is also informed by these gentlemen that ”the idolatry of the Chinese produces a demoralizing effect upon our American youth by bringing sacred things into disrespect, and making religion a theme of disgust and contempt.”
In San Francisco there are some three hundred thousand people. Is it possible that a few Chinese can bring ”our holy religion” into disgust and contempt? In that city there are fifty times as many churches as joss-houses. Scores of sermons are uttered every week; religious books and papers are plentiful as leaves in autumn, and somewhat dryer; thousands of bibles are with in the reach of all. And there, too, is the example of a Christian city.
Why should we send missionaries to China if we cannot convert the heathen when they come here? When missionaries go to a foreign land, the poor, benighted people have to take their word for the blessings showered upon a Christian people; but when the heathen come here, they can see for themselves. What was simply a story becomes a demonstrated fact. They come in contact with people who love their enemies. They see that in a Christian land men tell the truth; that they will not take advantage of strangers; that they are just and patient; kind and tender; and have no prejudice on account of color, race, or religion; that they look upon mankind as brethren; that they speak of G.o.d as a universal Father, and are willing to work, and even to suffer, for the good, not only of their own countrymen, but of the heathen as well.
All this the Chinese see and know, and why they still cling to the religion of their country is to me a matter of amazement.
We all know that the disciples of Jesus do unto others as they would that others should do unto them, and that those of Confucius do not unto others anything that they would not that others should do unto them. Surely, such peoples ought to live together in perfect peace.
Rising with the subject, growing heated with a kind of holy indignation, these Christian representatives of a Christian people most solemnly declare that anyone who is really endowed with a correct knowledge of our religious system which acknowledges the existence of a living G.o.d and an accountability to Him, and a future state of reward and punishment, who feels that he has an apology for this abominable pagan wors.h.i.+p, is not a fit person to be ranked as a good citizen of the American union. It is absurd to make any apology for its toleration. It must be abolished, and the sooner the decree goes forth by the power of this government, the better it will be for the interests of this land.
I take this the earliest opportunity to inform these gentlemen composing a majority of the committee that we have in the United States no ”religious system;” that this is a secular government. That it has no religious creed; that it does not believe nor disbelieve in a future state of reward and punishment; that it neither affirms nor denies the existence of a ”living G.o.d;” and that the only G.o.d, so far as this government is concerned; is the legally expressed will of a majority of the people. Under our flag the Chinese have the same right to wors.h.i.+p a wooden G.o.d that you have to wors.h.i.+p any other. The const.i.tution protects equally the church of Jehovah and the house of Joss. Whatever their relative positions may be in heaven, they stand upon a perfect equality in the United States. This government is an infidel government. We have a const.i.tution with man put in and G.o.d left out; and it is the glory of this country that we have such a const.i.tution.