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by Mohandas K. Gandhi

PART -2.

It is now time to turn again to my experiences with Christian friends.
Mr. Baker was getting anxious about my future. He took me to the Wellington Convention. The
Protestant Christians organize such gatherings every few years for religious enlightenment, or in
other words, self-purification. One may call this religious restoration or revival. The Wellington
Convention was of this type. The chairman was the famous divine of the place, the Rev. Andrew
Murray. Mr. Baker had hoped that the atmosphere of religious exaltation at the Convention, and
the enthusiasm and earnestness of the people attending it, would inevitably lead me to embrace

But his final hope was the efficacy of prayer. He had an abiding faith in prayer. It was his firm
conviction that God could not but listen to prayer fervently offered. He would cite the instances of
men like George Muller of Bristol, who depended entirely on prayer even for his temporal needs. I
listened to his discourse on the efficacy of prayer with unbiassed attention, and assured him that
nothing could prevent me from embracing Christianity, should I feel the call. I had no hesitation in
giving him this assurance, as I had long since taught myself to follow the inner voice. I delighted
in submitting to it. To act against it would be difficult and painful to me.

So we went to Wellington. Mr. Baker was hard put to it in having a 'coloured man' like me for
his companion. He had to suffer inconveniences on many occasions entirely on account of me.
We had to break the journey on the way, as one of the days happened to be a Sunday, and Mr.
Baker and his party would not travel on the Sabbath. Though the manager of the station hotel
agreed to take me in after much altercation, he absolutely refused to admit me to the dining-room,
Mr. Baker was not the man to give in easily. He stood by the rights of the guests of a hotel. But I
could see his difficulty. At Wellington also I stayed with Mr. Baker. In spite of his best efforts to
conceal the little inconveniences that he was put to, I could see them all.

This Convention was an assemblage of devout Christians. I was delighted at their faith. I met
the Rev. Murray. I saw that many were praying for me. I liked some of their hymns, they were
very sweet.

The Convention lasted for three days. I could understand and appreciate the devoutness of
those who attended it. But I saw no reason for changing my belief--my religion. It was impossible
for me to believe that I could go to heaven or attain salvation only by becoming a Christian. When
I frankly said so to some good Christian friends, they were shocked. But there was no help for it.

My difficulties lay deeper. It was more than I could believe, that Jesus was the only incarnate
son of God and that only he who believed in Him would have everlasting life. If God could have
sons, all of us were his sons. If Jesus was like God, or God Himself, then all men were like God
and could be God Himself. My reason was not ready to believe literally that Jesus by his death
and by his blood redeemed the sins of the world. Metaphorically there might be some truth in it.
Again, according to Christianity, only human beings had souls, not other living beings, for whom
death meant complete extinction; while I held a contrary belief. I could accept Jesus as a martyr,
an embodiment of sacrifice, and a divine teacher, but not as the most perfect man ever born. His
death on the Cross was a great example to the world, but that there was anything like a
mysterious or miraculous virtue in it my heart could not accept. The pious lives of Christians did
not give me anything that the lives of men of other faiths had failed to give. I had seen in other
lives just the same reformation that I had heard of among Christians. Philosophically there was
nothing extraordinary in Christian principles. From the point of view of sacrifice, it seemed to me
that the Hindus greatly surpassed the Christians. It was impossible for me to regard Christianity
as a perfect religion or the greatest of all religions.

I shared this mental churning with my Christian friends whenever there was an opportunity, but
their answers could not satisfy me.

Thus if I could not accept Christianity either as a perfect, or the greatest, religion, neither was I
then convinced of Hinduism being such. Hindu defects were pressingly visible to me. If
untouchability could be a part of Hinduism, it could but be a rotten part or an excrescence. I could
not understand the raison d'etre of a multitude of sects and castes. What was the meaning of
saying that the Vedas were the inspired Word of God? If they were inspired, why not also the
Bible and Koran?

As Christian friends were endeavouring to convert me, even so were Musalman friends.
Abdulla Sheth had kept on inducing me to study Islam, and of course he had always something to
say regarding its beauty.

I expressed my difficulties in a letter to Raychandbhai. I also corresponded with other religious
authorities in India and received answers from them. Raychandbhia's letter somewhat pacified
me. He asked me to be patient and to study Hinduism more deeply. One of his sentences was to
this effect: 'On a dispassionate view of the question I am convinced that no other religion has the
subtle and profound thought of Hinduism, its vision of the soul, or its charity.'

I purchased Sale's translation of the Koran and began reading it. I also obtained other books
on Islam. I communicated with Christian friends in England. One of them introduced me to
Edward Maitland, with whom I opened correspondence. He sent me The Perfect Way, a book he
had written in collaboration with Anna Kingsford. The book was a repudiation of the current
Christian belief. He also sent me another book, The New Interpretation of the Bible. I liked both.

They seemed to support Hinduism. Tolstoy's The Kingdom of God is Within You overwhelmed
me. It left an abiding impression on me. Before the independent thinking, profound morality, and
the truthfulness of this book, all the books given me by Mr. Coates seemed to pale into

My studies thus carried me in a direction unthought of by the Christian friends. My
correspondence with Edward Maitland was fairly prolonged, and that with Raychandbhai
continued until his death. I read some of the books he sent me. These
included Panchikaran, Maniratnamala, Mumukshu Prakaran of Yogavasishtha, Haribhadra
Suri's Shaddarshana Samuchchaya, and others.

Though I took a path my Christian friends had not intended for me, I have remained forever
indebted to them for the religious quest that they awakened in me. I shall always cherish the
memory of their contact. The years that followed had more, not less, of such sweet and sacred
contacts in store for me.


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