Gin a body meet a body/Comin thro’ the rye

by chuckofish

It is cold and dreary and occasionally spitting here in flyover country, but what ho, the end of January is in sight. I caught up with my bible reading, on which I had fallen behind over the weekend, and am pursuing other indoor activities.

I will note that today is the birthday of Robert Burns (1759-96), and although we won’t be dining on a traditional Burns’ Supper (haggis, tatties and turnips), we will certainly lift a glass in his honor and maybe watch one of our favorite Scottish movies.

Do I hear Greyfriars Bobby (1961) calling me?

Coincidentally, I’ve also started re-reading the Lymond Chronicles, which are, of course, novels about Scottish history.

And here’s a prayer by John Knox, founder of the Presbyterian Church in Scotland:

The great bishop of our souls, Jesus our Lord,
so strengthen and assist your troubled hearts
with the mighty comfort of our Holy Spirit,
that neither earthly tyrants,
nor worldly torments,
may have power to drive you
from the hope and expectation of that kingdom,
which for the elect was prepared from the beginning,
by our heavenly Father,
to whom be all praise and honor,
now and ever.

–John Knox (1505-1572)

And now, back to my dusting…