To those who have been reared in Christian nations, it is difficult to
conceive of the vague ideas of the true worship of the Creator, that
are really bred and born into the worshipers of idols. Generation upon
generation, for thousands of years, have been taught the same form of
worship, or nearly so, until such heathen ideas and doctrines have
become just as much a part of their nature as is any other sinful
disposition.
Having been a personal observer of a few of their customs, I shall here
be mentioning what I have seen, with a prayer that my account may at
least help the reader more fully to appreciate the access that every
worshiper of the true God has to the bountiful storehouse of blessings
provided by our Creator.
For nearly five years I lived a short distance outside a large city in
China. Almost as far as we could see in any direction, the hills and
valleys were dotted with little mounds. (Some of the valleys, however,
were under cultivation.) How came all these little mounds, some round,
some long, some large and some small, some carefully covered over with
fresh green sod, and others greatly weather-beaten and nearly washed
away by the rains of the season? These mysterious little mounds mark the
last resting-places of thousands of Chinese. Should the mortal remains
in a mound be those of a child, little or no attention is shown it; but
should it be those of a father or a mother, the relatives who are left
behind do not fail to show great respect and attention to the spirit of
the departed one. Should they not render such attention, they believe
the spirit has power to inflict upon them great sorrow and adversity.
Some of their methods of showing respect I have observed to be as
follows: After a body is prepared for burial, candles and incense are
kept burning, near the head and the feet; also bowls of rice and other
food, with a pair of chopsticks, are placed within easy reach, for
the use of the spirit. On the day of the funeral some one is hired to
scatter representations of paper money along the road, just ahead of the
bier. In determining the position of the coffin at the grave, great care
is taken to have the head turned directly toward some favorite temple,
that the spirit may have no trouble in finding its way there. Before the
casket is covered with sod, a religious ceremony is held in this way:
All the relatives present, beginning with the nearest kinsman, kneel
down and bow from one to three times, to the one whom they now hold
in such great esteem. Even the tiniest children are taught to thus bow
before and reverence their ancestor. This being finished, there is
then kindled, at the foot of the casket, a small fire of paper money,
by which means they believe the value thereof is transported to the
spirit-world for the use of their departed one.
A day or two after the funeral, and on special feast-days, the near
relatives carry food to the grave and offer the food to the spirit by
placing it in bowls before the grave. They also again burn paper money
or incense. While the fire burns, and the food remains to be received by
the spirit, a woman, usually the nearest relative, kneels by the side of
the grave and begins a long-drawn-out season of lamenting and wailing
for the sorrow that has come upon her on account of the death of the
one by whose grave she is kneeling. She soon almost prostrates herself.
During this season of weeping, she enumerates over and over, all the
virtues and good qualities of the departed one, and begs him to come
back to her. She usually continues in this frenzy until some one who has
accompanied her, pulls her up, bidding her cease the wailing. The bowls
of food previously offered to the spirit are now given to the children
or carried home for others to eat. By this manner of worship the woman
is supposed to show great honor and reverence to the deceased, whether
he was her father, brother, husband, or son.
Well do I remember the strange feelings that came over me the first few
times I witnessed from my window such a scene as I have just described.
I felt such a longing to go to the weeping woman, put my arms around
her, and comfort her sad heart. But to my utter astonishment, within
two or three minutes after all her touching lamentations she was up
laughing, talking, and having a jovial time with those about her!
Whence came those agonizing groans, and whither had they flown? Had
"He who is touched with the feeling of our infirmities" comforted her
heart? Had the God of heaven, who is a present help in every time of
trouble, stretched forth his loving hand to dry her tears of sorrow?
Ah, no; sadly enough, no. Believe me, reader, when I say that these
superstitious women worshiping the spirits of departed ones have a
form of sorrow and make a great pretense of distress, but that, in
reality, it is only a custom or habit which has been copied from their
grandmothers for generations back. This may seem hard to believe, but
one thing which convinced me the quickest was that they all have
precisely the same tune or swing to their wailing. After hearing it
once or twice, you always recognize it afterwards, wherever you are,
whether you see the person or not. It is like a recitation or song
committed to memory. There may be no signs whatsoever of sorrow
until after the woman has taken her place beside the grave, when she
immediately begins in tones that could probably be heard, on a quiet
day, a quarter of a mile away, and continues wailing in the same pitch
until some one bids her cease, when her outward appearance of sorrow
ceases as abruptly as it began. I do not mean to say that never is there
any real sorrow mingled with the outward form. There may be, but it is
the outward form which constitutes the worship and which every woman
seems to know how to perform when the occasion presents itself.
Now permit me to tell something concerning the worship of idols.
Originally, I had the idea that the inside arrangement of a heathen
temple was very much the same as that of a Christian chapel; namely,
that seats were orderly arranged for the worshipers and that the idols
would be standing in the front where the pulpit should be. But upon
my first visit to a temple, I saw that I was mistaken. At or near the
temple door stand two very large, fierce-looking idols, known as guards
of the temple. Arranged all around the sides are numerous other idols,
of various kinds and sizes. But in the center of the building stands
one or more large idols, who are supposed to impart different kinds
of blessings to the worshiper. Standing near by are a number of
incense-pots, from which ascends smoke continuously on worship-days.
On the floor can be seen a number of thick, round mats, on which the
worshipers kneel as they bow before the idols. They do not have fixed
hours of worship and all assemble at the appointed time, but at any time
throughout the day few or many may go in and bow before whatever idols
are supposed to bestow the kinds of blessings desired. The idol is not
supposed to give out the blessing at the time the worshiper bows before
him, as some readers may have believed. For instance, at the beginning
of a new year, if a man bows before the god of wealth, he does not
expect the idol to hand out money to him, but rather he expects that
during the coming year he shall have financial prosperity.
I remember once seeing a father bow before an idol, then take his three
little children, one by one, show them how to kneel upon the mat, fold
their little hands, and bump their heads several times upon the floor
in front of the hideous idol, of which the little ones were afraid. The
father noticed that I was observing closely the procedure. When it was
all finished, he looked at me with a smile, as if to say, "Didn't they
do well?"
These things can not but make sad the heart of a child of God. Catching
a glimpse now and again of a bit of real idol-worship helps one to
realize that the church, in evangelizing the world, has indeed a mighty
undertaking. From a human standpoint, it may seem impossible, but with
God all things are possible.