KEDAR AT THE CAABA.
Once more the shades of night hung over the Eastern world. And there,
while the hush of slumber fell upon the hills of the North, the cities
of the South awoke to life and bustle, for during the earlier half of
the hours of darkness the Oriental awakes from the lethargy of the day,
and really begins to live. The moon, almost at full, and glowing like a
silver orb on a purple sea, rose slowly over the black top of Abu
Kubays, tipping its crest with a shimmering line of light, and throwing
its radiance across the vale below, where all lay shapeless in shade
save the top of the huge temple, which, with its pall-like kiswah
(curtain), arose like a bier above the low houses about it. Upon it the
moonbeams fell with solemn, white light, and the young man standing
alone by one of the pillars of the portico felt a thrill of awe as he
looked upon the mysterious structure, and thought of the great antiquity
of the institution.
For the moment, lost in contemplation, he was oblivious to the swarming
of the dusky multitudes now pouring into the court-yard on all sides.
Then, as the increasing hum fell upon his ears, he gave them his
attention. It was the scene of which he had so often heard, and upon
which he now looked for the first time. There were the people at Tawaf,
walking, running, or standing with upturned eyes, sanctimoniously
repeating passages of the Koran; there were the frantic few clinging to
the great folds of the kiswah, as though its contact procured for them
eternal salvation; there were the crowds gulping down copious draughts
of the brackish water of Zem-Zem, or pouring it upon their heads.
There, too, within a stone's throw of the temple, were the busy stalls
of the venders, whence issued cries of:
"Cucumbers! Cucumbers O!"
"Grapes! Grapes!--luscious and juicy with the crystal dews of Tayf!
Grapes, O faithful!"
"Who will buy cloth of Damascus, rich and fit for a king? Come, buy thy
lady a veil! Buy a veil to screen her charms blooming as the rosy light
of morn, to screen her hair black as midnight shades on the hills of
Nejd, and her eyes sparkling like diamonds of Oman!"
"O water! Precious water from Zem-Zem! Water to wash away thy sin, and
help thee into Paradise! O believer, buy water of Zem-Zem!"
And there, beneath the twinkling lights of the portico, sat a group of
Abyssinian girls, waiting to be sold as slaves.
As the youth looked upon it all with no little curiosity he observed the
crowd give way before a man clothed wholly in white, who proceeded
directly to the Caaba and, pausing beneath the door, gave utterance to a
loud prayer, while the people about fell prostrate on the ground. Then,
in a loud voice, he commanded that the stair be brought. Attendants
hastened to roll the bulky structure into its place, and the priest, or
guardian of the temple, ascended, and received from his attendants
several buckets of water which he carried into the edifice.
Presently, small streams began to trickle from the doorway, and the
guardian's white vestments again appeared, as he proceeded to sweep the
water out, dashing it far over the steps. The people rushed beneath it,
crowding over one another in their anxiety holding their upturned faces
towards it and counting themselves blessed if a drop of it fell upon
them. It was the ceremony of washing the Caaba.
[Illustration: "Be not discouraged, my son," was Yusuf's reply.--See
page 87.]
The youth beside the pillar, though he wore Moslem garb, looked on in
contempt; and, barely waiting for the conclusion of the ceremony, walked
proudly from the enclosure, merely pausing to examine somewhat
critically the Black Stone, which, deserted for the moment, was visible
in the red light of a torch above. Then, passing through the nearest
gate, he walked, rather feebly, towards the house of Amzi.
Yusuf, wearied after a long day's work, was resting upon the carpeted
Mastabah (platform) which forms a part of the vestibule of every
comfortable house in Mecca. There was no light in the apartment save
that afforded by the dim glimmer of a fire-pan, over which bubbled
a fragrant urn of coffee. His thoughts had been wandering back over
the events of his changeful life; events which would culminate, as
far as his immediate history was concerned, in his early banishment
from this city of his adoption. The little Jewish band would go
together--precisely where, they did not know,--Amzi, Manasseh, the
family of Asru, a few other devoted souls, and, it was to be hoped,
Kedar.
Yusuf's thoughts dwelt upon Kedar. To-night he seemed to feel a sweet
assurance that his prayers in the youth's behalf were soon to be
answered; and, in the darkness, he cried out for the lad's salvation,
until the blessed Lord seemed so near that he almost fancied he could
put forth his hand and feel the strong, loving, helping touch of Him who
said, "I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of
mine.... And other sheep I have, which are not of this fold; them also I
must bring; and they shall hear my voice; and there shall be one fold,
and one shepherd."
A step sounded on the door-stone, and the very youth of whom Yusuf was
thinking entered.
"Well, my Kedar," said the priest, "have you been enjoying the moon?"
"I have been to the Caaba," returned Kedar, with amused contempt in his
voice, "yet I have neither swung by the kiswah nor drenched myself, like
a rain-draggled hen, at Zem-Zem."
"And you have not kissed the Black Stone?"
"Neither have I kissed the stone. By my faith, if it has become
blackened by the kiss of sinners, those poor simpletons caress it in
vain! On the word of a Bedouin, it can hold no more, since it is as
black as well may be already."
"The worship of our little church, then, suits you better?" The priest's
tone scarcely concealed the anxiety with which he asked the question.
"You seem to worship in truth," returned the youth, solemnly. "You seem
to find a comfort in your service which these poor blindlings seek in
vain. Aye, Yusuf, in living among you I have noted the peaceful tenor of
your lives, the rest and confidence which nothing seems to overthrow.
You rejoice in life, yet you do not fear death! Could such a life be
mine, I would gladly accept it. But I do not seem to be one of you."
The priest made no reply for a moment. Kedar did not know that he was
praying for the fit word. Then his deep, tender tones broke the silence.
"You believe in Jesus, whom we love?"
"I believe that he was the Son of God; that he lived on the very hills
to the north of us; that he died to reveal to us the greatness of his
love. Yet--" He paused.
"'Whosoever believeth on the Son hath everlasting life,'" said Yusuf in
a low tone.
"I know, but--" the youth hesitated again.
"But what, Kedar?" asked the priest.
"Jesus said to Nicodemus," returned the youth, "'Except a man be born
again, he cannot see the kingdom of heaven.' Yusuf, this is what bothers
me. I cannot understand this being born again."
"Let us call it, then, just 'beginning to love and trust Jesus,'" said
Yusuf quietly.
Kedar almost started in his surprise. This aspect of the question had
never appeared to him before. For a long time he sat, deep in thought,
and Yusuf did not break in upon his meditations.
"Is that all?" he asked at length.
"That is all," returned Yusuf. "To trust him you must believe in him,
love him, recognize his love, and leave everything to his
guidance--everything in this physical life, in your spiritual life, and
in the life to come. Then you will find peace. All your days will be
spent in a loving round of happy labor, in which no work seems low or
trifling--happy because love to Jesus begets the wish to do his will in
every affair of life; and perfect love renders service, not a bondage,
but the joyful spontaneity of freedom."
Kedar was again silent, then he said slowly:
"Yusuf, I begin to understand it all now; yet--is there something wrong
still?--I have not the overpowering thrill of joy, the exuberance of
feeling, the wondrous rapture of delight, which Amzi says he
experienced, when, in the prison of Medina, he saw the light."
"Be not discouraged, my son," was the reply. "To different temperaments,
in religion as in all else, the truth appeals in different ways. If you
are trusting implicitly now in God's love, go on without doubt or fear.
Most Christians--growing Christians--find that at different stages in
their experience certain truths stand out more clearly, and, as the days
go by, their difficulties clear away like mists before the morning sun."
"Yusuf, can I ever become such a Christian as you?" returned Kedar, in a
half-awed tone at the thought.
"My son, look not on me," returned Yusuf, tenderly. "Strive only to
perceive Jesus in all your life, to find him a reality to you--a
companion, ever with you, walking by your side in the hot mart, riding
by you in the desert, sitting by you in solitude,--then, where he is,
evil cannot come. Your life will become all upright, conscientious, and
loving, for his life will show through yours."
"And do temptations never come to those so blessed?"
"Ah, yes, Kedar, so long as life lasts 'our adversary, the devil, goeth
about as a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour.' Yet, think you
that the God who 'stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain, who layeth
the beams of his chambers in the waters, who maketh the clouds his
chariot, who walketh upon the wings of the wind, who maketh his angels
spirits, his ministers a naming fire'--think you that such an One is not
able to stand between you and the tempter? Think you that he before whom
devils cried out in fear, is not able to deliver you from the power of
evil? Kedar, know that the Christian may even glory in his own weakness,
for Jesus has said, 'My strength is made perfect in weakness;' and yet,
while thus feeling his helplessness, the believer must ever be conscious
of the unconquerable strength of Christ, and should rest serene in the
knowledge that, clothed in the full armor of God, he is able to
withstand all the darts of the wicked one."
Kedar said no more, but from that hour his humility, his patience, his
gentleness, began to show forth as the outcome of the power of that
working of the Spirit, whose fruit is "love, joy, peace, long-suffering,
gentleness, goodness, faith, meekness, temperance."