THE COFFEE-HOUSE OF SURAT

(After Bernardin de Saint-Pierre)

In the town of Surat, in India, was a coffee-house where many travellers

and foreigners from all parts of the world met and conversed.

One day a learned Persian theologian visited this coffee-house. He was a

man who had spent his life studying the nature of the Deity, and reading

and writing books upon the subject. He had thought, read, and written so

much about God, that eventually he lost his wits, became quite confused,

and ceased even to believe in the existence of a God. The Shah, hearing

of this, had banished him from Persia.

After having argued all his life about the First Cause, this unfortunate

theologian had ended by quite perplexing himself, and instead of

understanding that he had lost his own reason, he began to think that

there was no higher Reason controlling the universe.

This man had an African slave who followed him everywhere. When the

theologian entered the coffee-house, the slave remained outside, near

the door, sitting on a stone in the glare of the sun, and driving away

the flies that buzzed around him. The Persian having settled down on a

divan in the coffee-house, ordered himself a cup of opium. When he had

drunk it and the opium had begun to quicken the workings of his brain,

he addressed his slave through the open door:

"Tell me, wretched slave," said he, "do you think there is a God, or

not?"

"Of course there is," said the slave, and immediately drew from under

his girdle a small idol of wood.

"There," said he, "that is the God who has guarded me from the day of my

birth. Every one in our country worships the fetish tree, from the wood

of which this God was made."

This conversation between the theologian and his slave was listened

to with surprise by the other guests in the coffee-house. They were

astonished at the master's question, and yet more so at the slave's

reply.

One of them, a Brahmin, on hearing the words spoken by the slave, turned

to him and said:

"Miserable fool! Is it possible you believe that God can be carried

under a man's girdle? There is one God--Brahma, and he is greater than

the whole world, for he created it. Brahma is the One, the mighty God,

and in His honour are built the temples on the Ganges' banks, where his

true priests, the Brahmins, worship him. They know the true God, and

none but they. A thousand score of years have passed, and yet through

revolution after revolution these priests have held their sway, because

Brahma, the one true God, has protected them."

So spoke the Brahmin, thinking to convince every one; but a Jewish

broker who was present replied to him, and said:

"No! the temple of the true God is not in India. Neither does God

protect the Brahmin caste. The true God is not the God of the Brahmins,

but of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. None does He protect but His chosen

people, the Israelites. From the commencement of the world, our nation

has been beloved of Him, and ours alone. If we are now scattered over

the whole earth, it is but to try us; for God has promised that He will

one day gather His people together in Jerusalem. Then, with the Temple

of Jerusalem--the wonder of the ancient world--restored to its splendor,

shall Israel be established a ruler over all nations."

So spoke the Jew, and burst into tears. He wished to say more, but an

Italian missionary who was there interrupted him.

"What you are saying is untrue," said he to the Jew. "You attribute

injustice to God. He cannot love your nation above the rest. Nay rather,

even if it be true that of old He favored the Israelites, it is now

nineteen hundred years since they angered Him, and caused Him to destroy

their nation and scatter them over the earth, so that their faith makes

no converts and has died out except here and there. God shows preference

to no nation, but calls all who wish to be saved to the bosom of the

Catholic Church of Rome, the one outside whose borders no salvation can

be found."

So spoke the Italian. But a Protestant minister, who happened to be

present, growing pale, turned to the Catholic missionary and exclaimed:

"How can you say that salvation belongs to your religion? Those only

will be saved, who serve God according to the Gospel, in spirit and in

truth, as bidden by the word of Christ."

Then a Turk, an office-holder in the custom-house at Surat, who was

sitting in the coffee-house smoking a pipe, turned with an air of

superiority to both the Christians.

"Your belief in your Roman religion is vain," said he. "It was

superseded twelve hundred years ago by the true faith: that of Mohammed!

You cannot but observe how the true Mohammed faith continues to spread

both in Europe and Asia, and even in the enlightened country of China.

You say yourselves that God has rejected the Jews; and, as a proof, you

quote the fact that the Jews are humiliated and their faith does not

spread. Confess then the truth of Mohammedanism, for it is triumphant

and spreads far and wide. None will be saved but the followers of

Mohammed, God's latest prophet; and of them, only the followers of Omar,

and not of Ali, for the latter are false to the faith."

To this the Persian theologian, who was of the sect of Ali, wished

to reply; but by this time a great dispute had arisen among all the

strangers of different faiths and creeds present. There were Abyssinian

Christians, Llamas from Thibet, Ismailians and Fireworshippers. They all

argued about the nature of God, and how He should be worshipped. Each

of them asserted that in his country alone was the true God known and

rightly worshipped.

Every one argued and shouted, except a Chinaman, a student of Confucius,

who sat quietly in one corner of the coffee-house, not joining in the

dispute. He sat there drinking tea and listening to what the others

said, but did not speak himself.

The Turk noticed him sitting there, and appealed to him, saying:

"You can confirm what I say, my good Chinaman. You hold your peace,

but if you spoke I know you would uphold my opinion. Traders from

your country, who come to me for assistance, tell me that though

many religions have been introduced into China, you Chinese consider

Mohammedanism the best of all, and adopt it willingly. Confirm, then, my

words, and tell us your opinion of the true God and of His prophet."

"Yes, yes," said the rest, turning to the Chinaman, "let us hear what

you think on the subject."

The Chinaman, the student of Confucius, closed his eyes, and thought a

while. Then he opened them again, and drawing his hands out of the wide

sleeves of his garment, and folding them on his breast, he spoke as

follows, in a calm and quiet voice.

Sirs, it seems to me that it is chiefly pride that prevents men agreeing

with one another on matters of faith. If you care to listen to me, I

will tell you a story which will explain this by an example.

I came here from China on an English steamer which had been round the

world. We stopped for fresh water, and landed on the east coast of the

island of Sumatra. It was midday, and some of us, having landed, sat in

the shade of some cocoanut palms by the seashore, not far from a native

village. We were a party of men of different nationalities.

As we sat there, a blind man approached us. We learned afterwards that

he had gone blind from gazing too long and too persistently at the sun,

trying to find out what it is, in order to seize its light.

He strove a long time to accomplish this, constantly looking at the sun;

but the only result was that his eyes were injured by its brightness,

and he became blind.

Then he said to himself:

"The light of the sun is not a liquid; for if it were a liquid it would

be possible to pour it from one vessel into another, and it would be

moved, like water, by the wind. Neither is it fire; for if it were fire,

water would extinguish it. Neither is light a spirit, for it is seen

by the eye; nor is it matter, for it cannot be moved. Therefore, as the

light of the sun is neither liquid, nor fire, nor spirit, nor matter, it

is--nothing!"

So he argued, and, as a result of always looking at the sun and always

thinking about it, he lost both his sight and his reason. And when he

went quite blind, he became fully convinced that the sun did not exist.

With this blind man came a slave, who after placing his master in the

shade of a cocoanut tree, picked up a cocoanut from the ground, and

began making it into a night-light. He twisted a wick from the fibre

of the cocoanut: squeezed oil from the nut in the shell, and soaked the

wick in it.

As the slave sat doing this, the blind man sighed and said to him:

"Well, slave, was I not right when I told you there is no sun? Do you

not see how dark it is? Yet people say there is a sun.... But if so,

what is it?"

"I do not know what the sun is," said the slave. "That is no business of

mine. But I know what light is. Here I have made a night-light, by the

help of which I can serve you and find anything I want in the hut."

And the slave picked up the cocoanut shell, saying:

"This is my sun."

A lame man with crutches, who was sitting near by, heard these words,

and laughed:

"You have evidently been blind all your life," said he to the blind man,

"not to know what the sun is. I will tell you what it is. The sun is

a ball of fire, which rises every morning out of the sea and goes down

again among the mountains of our island each evening. We have all seen

this, and if you had had your eyesight you too would have seen it."

A fisherman, who had been listening to the conversation said:

"It is plain enough that you have never been beyond your own island. If

you were not lame, and if you had been out as I have in a fishing-boat,

you would know that the sun does not set among the mountains of our

island, but as it rises from the ocean every morning so it sets again in

the sea every night. What I am telling you is true, for I see it every

day with my own eyes."

Then an Indian who was of our party, interrupted him by saying:

"I am astonished that a reasonable man should talk such nonsense.

How can a ball of fire possibly descend into the water and not be

extinguished? The sun is not a ball of fire at all, it is the Deity

named Deva, who rides for ever in a chariot round the golden mountain,

Meru. Sometimes the evil serpents Ragu and Ketu attack Deva and swallow

him: and then the earth is dark. But our priests pray that the Deity may

be released, and then he is set free. Only such ignorant men as you, who

have never been beyond their own island, can imagine that the sun shines

for their country alone."

Then the master of an Egyptian vessel, who was present, spoke in his

turn.

"No," said he, "you also are wrong. The sun is not a Deity, and does not

move only round India and its golden mountain. I have sailed much on the

Black Sea, and along the coasts of Arabia, and have been to Madagascar

and to the Philippines. The sun lights the whole earth, and not India

alone. It does not circle round one mountain, but rises far in the East,

beyond the Isles of Japan, and sets far, far away in the West, beyond

the islands of England. That is why the Japanese call their country

'Nippon,' that is, 'the birth of the sun.' I know this well, for I have

myself seen much, and heard more from my grandfather, who sailed to the

very ends of the sea."

He would have gone on, but an English sailor from our ship interrupted

him.

"There is no country," he said "where people know so much about the

sun's movements as in England. The sun, as every one in England knows,

rises nowhere and sets nowhere. It is always moving round the earth. We

can be sure of this for we have just been round the world ourselves,

and nowhere knocked up against the sun. Wherever we went, the sun showed

itself in the morning and hid itself at night, just as it does here."

And the Englishman took a stick and, drawing circles on the sand, tried

to explain how the sun moves in the heavens and goes round the world.

But he was unable to explain it clearly, and pointing to the ship's

pilot said:

"This man knows more about it than I do. He can explain it properly."

The pilot, who was an intelligent man, had listened in silence to the

talk till he was asked to speak. Now every one turned to him, and he

said:

"You are all misleading one another, and are yourselves deceived. The

sun does not go round the earth, but the earth goes round the sun,

revolving as it goes, and turning towards the sun in the course of each

twenty-four hours, not only Japan, and the Philippines, and Sumatra

where we now are, but Africa, and Europe, and America, and many lands

besides. The sun does not shine for some one mountain, or for some one

island, or for some one sea, nor even for one earth alone, but for other

planets as well as our earth. If you would only look up at the heavens,

instead of at the ground beneath your own feet, you might all understand

this, and would then no longer suppose that the sun shines for you, or

for your country alone."

Thus spoke the wise pilot, who had voyaged much about the world, and had

gazed much upon the heavens above.

"So on matters of faith," continued the Chinaman, the student of

Confucius, "it is pride that causes error and discord among men. As with

the sun, so it is with God. Each man wants to have a special God of his

own, or at least a special God for his native land. Each nation wishes

to confine in its own temples Him, whom the world cannot contain.

"Can any temple compare with that which God Himself has built to unite

all men in one faith and one religion?

"All human temples are built on the model of this temple, which is God's

own world. Every temple has its fonts, its vaulted roof, its lamps,

its pictures or sculptures, its inscriptions, its books of the law, its

offerings, its altars and its priests. But in what temple is there such

a font as the ocean; such a vault as that of the heavens; such lamps

as the sun, moon, and stars; or any figures to be compared with living,

loving, mutually-helpful men? Where are there any records of God's

goodness so easy to understand as the blessings which God has strewn

abroad for man's happiness? Where is there any book of the law so clear

to each man as that written in his heart? What sacrifices equal the

self-denials which loving men and women make for one another? And what

altar can be compared with the heart of a good man, on which God Himself

accepts the sacrifice?

"The higher a man's conception of God, the better will he know Him. And

the better he knows God, the nearer will he draw to Him, imitating His

goodness, His mercy, and His love of man.

"Therefore, let him who sees the sun's whole light filling the world,

refrain from blaming or despising the superstitious man, who in his

own idol sees one ray of that same light. Let him not despise even the

unbeliever who is blind and cannot see the sun at all."

So spoke the Chinaman, the student of Confucius; and all who were

present in the coffee-house were silent, and disputed no more as to

whose faith was the best.

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