Against the Current Part 7

THE CUP OF ELIJAH

"Where shall I put the chair for the Prophet Elijah, motherkin?" I was helping my mother prepare the Pa.s.sover. This was no easy task, for the supper is a religious service as precise and solemn as high ma.s.s in a cathedral.

"Opposite the host and nearest the door, that he may step in and out un.o.bserved," my mother replied, a wee bit of a smile playing upon her sad face. It was sadder to-day than usual, for the Pa.s.sover is a family festival; the father is the high priest and master of ceremonies, and my father being dead, his brother, our pious Uncle Isaac, was to preside at the feast.

With a deep sigh, mother placed the shining bra.s.s candlesticks. In their graceful curves I could see my elongated face, much to my amus.e.m.e.nt.

Then she arranged the dishes in their proper places, filling the huge pewter platter with unleavened bread which she covered with a bright cloth. On this in her maiden days, she had embroidered the triangular shield of David, and in Hebrew letters, the blessing spoken before the breaking of the bread. Then with skillful fingers she divided the portions of bitter herbs and knowing my aversion to them, put at my plate the smallest quant.i.ty possible.

"Israel has had enough bitter herbs, in Egypt and out of it," she said.

"I think the rabbis might have spared us this memorial. Do you hear those Gentile youths talking? That is our bitter herbs, and we may get more of them than we can eat."

There was danger of a mob that night, for the entire Gentile community was agitated over the alleged disappearance of a Gentile girl. Yet the Jews were hurrying past our house to the synagogue for the evening service. They were greeted by such pleasant words as: "How many Gentile children have you slaughtered?" "We'll drive you back to Jerusalem, where you belong."

No, we did not belong here. In spite of the fact that generations of mothers reared their children in this valley of the Carpathians, and generations of the young buried their aged in the G.o.d's Acre at the edge of the far-stretching town, we were still strangers and sojourners. To live here was a privilege grudgingly granted, and although death regarded neither Jew nor Gentile, our graves were dug in alien soil, and the G.o.d's Acre stood in disputed territory. We were such strangers in the land of our birth, that as a child I scarcely knew the colour of the sky above me or the shape of the mountains which girdled the valley.

The spring wind wakened flowers that never bloomed for me, and the song of the thrush and the nightingale was drowned in the chirp of the sparrows and the cawing of the ravens, of which alone I was conscious, because every man's hand was against them as it was against us.

Mother did not wish me to go to the synagogue service, so I helped her with the Pa.s.sover feast. After the doors were bolted and the windows barred, she brought out the silver goblets from which generations of our ancestors had partaken of the Pa.s.sover wine. With especial care, she unwrapped the richest and most ma.s.sive one and giving it to me said: "Put it at the prophet's place." It was his goblet and never had been touched by the lips of a mortal.

"The Prophet Elijah," my mother continued, more to herself than to me, "is a guest whom we shall need to-night as never before." Even while she spoke, a stone was hurled against the shutters, the concussion breaking several window-panes.

"Mother!" I cried in great fright, "are you sure that the prophet will come?"

"I am quite sure he will come," she replied, "although I have never seen him."

I did not ask any more questions, for I knew her heart was heavy and I could see that she was not far from tears. She now lighted the candles, thanking G.o.d that He had thus commanded, and then went to look after affairs in the kitchen; for prayers and Psalms were to alternate with delicious soup, fish, and roast lamb with all its accompaniments. At least a week is spent in preparation for the Jewish Pa.s.sover. The home must be cleansed from cellar to attic, that even the slightest particle of leaven be removed. House cleaning before the Pa.s.sover is an exacting religious ceremony, a marvellous provision for an Oriental people to which personal cleanliness came as the fiat of Heaven.

My mother was a daughter of Israel, who "looked well after the ways of her household," but as she lighted the match to set fire to the gathered leaven, I heard her say the usual prayer with great fervour. "We praise Thee, Lord our G.o.d, King of the whole world, for commanding us to burn the leaven."

At last my uncle came, his three sons with him, and breathlessly they told of the gathering mob and of stones crashing through the synagogue windows. Yet in spite of all this apprehension, my uncle put on the robes of his priestly office, girded his loins and praised G.o.d loudly for having delivered His people out of the bondage in Egypt. As we praised Him in prayers and hymns, so we praised Him in eating of the food He had provided; for were we not protected by the invisible guest, the Prophet Elijah? Was not his goblet filled, although his chair was still empty?

Clearly and triumphantly my uncle sang the jubilant notes of Israel's redemptive journey from Egypt to the Promised Land while the rest of us timidly chanted the amens and hallelujahs. The villagers, attracted by the service, had gathered in front of our house in increasing numbers.

Stones began to fly against the shutters and a crowbar was being applied to the bolts and hinges; yet undisturbed, my uncle, this high priest of Jehovah, continued the service, while we, more and more frightened, tremblingly murmured our parts.

At a certain point in the service, just before drinking the wine, a door is opened to the Prophet Elijah. This was my task and I always felt it a somewhat awful one. Now when the critical moment came, I could not move.

I seemed petrified by fear, for the crowd, growing impatient, was making a fierce a.s.sault upon our front door. Then, at the moment of greatest suspense, the miracle occurred.

"h.e.l.lo, good Christians!" cried a strong, resonant voice. "Is this your Easter celebration? Is this the way the risen Lord has taught you to treat your neighbours?"

"Your Reverence," we heard one of the mob reply, "they have slaughtered a.n.u.shka, the daughter of the stone-mason, and they are now drinking her blood out of silver goblets. We want to avenge her death."

"You lie! It's a black, dastardly lie!" the voice replied. "Go to the Black Eagle inn, and you will find your a.n.u.shka in the arms of the judge. Now drop that crowbar, you young brute, and go to the Black Eagle, and if it isn't as I have told you, you may brand your pastor a liar. You youngsters, drop those stones and go home to your beds and thank G.o.d if you do not end your days in jail, you young ruffians!"

Slowly the crowd dispersed and our fears were quieted.

Then mother said to me: "My son, open the door for the Prophet Elijah."

Without fear I sprang to obey and a man pa.s.sed over the threshold, a gentle-faced man who walked softly towards the Pa.s.sover table as though afraid of disturbing us. We looked at him in grat.i.tude and astonishment.

"It is the pastor!" mother said, smiling her grateful welcome. "Sit down;" and he sat down in the chair of the Prophet Elijah. Then mother said: "Drink;" and he lifted the cup of the prophet reverently, glancing at the Hebrew letters engraved upon it. His lips barely touched it and he put it down again.

The pastor we knew only as a grave and gentle man who pa.s.sed our house daily. He always greeted my mother and she acknowledged the greeting by her prettiest courtesy; yet they had never spoken a word to each other.

I had heard him preach in his church in my race unconscious days when, hidden among the bellows, I pumped the organ; and I knew the quality of his voice. I never knew what he preached about, or that his religion and ours had anything in common.

My uncle knew not what to do. Grateful he was for this timely interruption. Yet I think he would rather have been torn by the mob than have a Christian pastor interrupt our Pa.s.sover service, sit in the hallowed seat of the prophet and drink from his cup, too sacred even for our lips. Mingled grat.i.tude and displeasure were written on his face.

The pastor rose and apologizing for his intrusion, said:

"I came in to tell you that the mob has gone and that I have found the girl whose disappearance caused all this trouble. I also wanted to tell you that I tried hard to keep the people from gathering; but I could do nothing to prevent it until I found a.n.u.shka. Of course you know that our religion does not teach hatred of the Jews."

My uncle, who had visibly shrunk from the pastor while he was speaking, said: "But, your Reverence, you have been sitting in the chair of our Prophet Elijah and drinking from his cup!"

"I drink of a cup like this at every Pa.s.sover celebration in my church," the pastor replied. "It is a cup hallowed by the lips of One greater than Elijah, One who believed that there should be no hate or war among G.o.d's children, and who gave His life to seal that truth."

"But there still is war, your Reverence, and there still is hate, and they are ready to kill us."

"I cannot answer for the mob, Isaac Bolsover, I can only speak for myself. I have faced a dozen mobs to-day to save your people, because this Prophet who was greater than Elijah has taught me to love my neighbours and even my enemies. I am here to-night in obedience to His command of love. I preach it, and I trust you believe that I practice it. I certainly did to-night. Some day all men are going to obey this command."

"You did that for our sakes? For Israel's sake?" asked my uncle with much feeling. "Then sit down."

The pastor lifted the prophet's cup, saying: "Isaac Bolsover, some day I hope we will be able to drink out of the same cup, in the kingdom of G.o.d." Then he sat down.

With wide-open eyes I watched this man who spoke a new language; a man of alien faith and blood, yet who spoke the things which were music to my young soul. He was not handsome, this Slavic pastor; yet that night he seemed to me supremely beautiful. My uncle's theological interest had been aroused, and closing the prayer-book, open before him, he asked: "Your Reverence, what do you mean by the kingdom of G.o.d?"

"I mean," the pastor answered, "that a day will come when all the scattered shall be gathered again; when no barriers of race and religion shall divide; when the strong shall serve the weak, the rich shall succour the poor and when the chief delight of men will be to do the will of G.o.d. Then the word of the prophet shall be fulfilled, when he said: And many people shall go and say, Come ye, and let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, to the house of the G.o.d of Jacob; and He will teach us His ways and we will walk in His paths: for out of Zion shall go forth the law, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem. And He shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people: and they shall beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning-hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they learn war any more."

"That is our Prophet _Yesias_, whom you are quoting," exclaimed my uncle. "Do you know what the rabbis say? Why that day of the Lord has not come? Let me tell you."

The pastor had risen, but he sat down again, and my uncle began his story from the Talmud, and being a Talmudist, he swayed back and forth in rhythmic motion as the words of simple eloquence pa.s.sed his lips.

"Rabbi Chamina, son of Pappa, taught thus: One day, the Holy One, blessed be His name, took the book of the law and said:

"'Every nation which has wrought for the sake of the fulfillment of the law may now appear before me and receive its reward.

"'Then all the nations gathered together and the Holy One, blessed be His name, spoke, saying: Let them come nation by nation, and that which is the worthiest shall receive the reward and shall lead the nations of the world, that they may become one.

"'The a.s.syrians came first, because they are the most ancient; and the Lord asked the a.s.syrians, What have you done to receive this reward of leading the nations of the earth, that they may become one? And they said, Lord of heaven and earth, we swept the earth with the besom of fury and broke the nations to pieces with the hammer of Thy wrath. We carved our name upon the hearts of men by fear, and chiselled upon the rocks with tools of iron, and we did it all that we might fulfill Thy law. And the Lord answered them and said, Ye have swept the earth with your fury that men might fear you; ye have broken the nations to exult in your own strength, and ye have carved your name upon the hearts of men and upon the rocks that it may not be forgotten, but I am the Lord whom the nations shall fear, and ye were not afraid of Me, saith the Lord. And the a.s.syrians left the presence of the Almighty trembling and sighing.

"'The Roman nation came next because it is the mightiest and its fame is carried over the whole earth. And the Lord asked the Romans, What have you done to deserve this reward of leading the nations of the earth?

"'And they said: Lord, we have established many cities and have destroyed many; we have built market-places to buy and to sell; we have erected magnificent bathing-places and have heaped up silver and gold, and all this for the sake of fulfilling the law.

"'And the Holy One, praised be His name, answered them, saying: Ye fools of this world! Ye have done all this for your own sakes. Ye have established cities for your own glory and market-places for your own enrichment; ye have built baths for your own sensuous enjoyment and have heaped the silver and the gold for yourselves; but the gold and the silver are Mine, and ye have not brought them unto Me.

"'And the Romans left the presence of the Almighty, and the Persians appeared, and the Lord asked them, saying: Ye Persians, what have ye done to receive the reward of leading the nations of the earth to become one nation?

"'And they answered Him, saying: Lord of the world, we have built bridges and fortresses and have fought many b.l.o.o.d.y battles; we have led nations captive and wiped them from the face of the earth--all, that we might fulfill the law.

"'And the Lord answered them: Ye have done all this for yourselves. Ye have built bridges to gather the toll, and fortresses to exact tribute; but I am the G.o.d of war, and ye have never made Me the captain of your hosts.