Document 574
Sermon at Stirling
Author(s): A S Borrowman
Copyright holder(s):
Mrs Lorna F Borrowman, SCOTSOUN
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Guid fowk,
we are conveent here neist the auld brugh o Stirling
whilk the auld makar Lindsay, in his "Papyngo" has screevit aboot.
"Adew, fair Snawdoun wi thy towris hie,
Thy Chapell Royal, park, and tabyll rounde.
May, June and July wald I dwall in thee
War I ane man to hear the birdis sounde
Quhilk doith againe thy royall roche resounde"
Ay, it's an auld brugh,
steeve and sterk.
Gang oot o this biggin and heeze up yer een.
Ye get a visie o its kirks and steeples and towris and ayont them aa the abidan bens.
Lat us gang this day in our thochts
tae the reign o Jamie Fowrt,
till his coort assemblit in the keep o Stirling.
The year is fifteen hunner an sax.
Wha's yon airtin ben til the king?
Wha als, think ye?
John Damian,
the Freir o Tongland in the Stewartry.
Some fowk jalouse he cam frae Italie, frae the pairt caad Lombardie;
ithers jalouse he came frae France,
a leech wha has begowkit the king, deavin him wi wanchancie ferlies anent makin lede intil gowd.
Whatna ploy noo?
He ettles tae flee frae Stirling intil France?
Flee!
[laugh] Fegs, he isna blate, yon Faither Damian!
Ma certes,
isna he sclimin up the parpane!
Whatna unco sicht!
He has strappit on a feddreme o fedders alow the oxters and owre the shouthers! Wow, he has loupit frae the waa.
He hasna gaen up in the lift!
Doon, doon, doon, - wheech -
he's coupit, tapsalteerie in the glaur!
Lippen tae yon auld deil, Dunbar.
"He schewre his feddreme which was schene
And slippit out of it full clene
And in the myre up to his een
Amang the glar did glyd."
Puir Damian!
Sair forfochen Freir!
He socht the lift and the starns,
and endit in the glaur.
Twa thochts, guid fowk, anent Faither Damian.
Ane:
Gin we tak tent tae the story o Damian we ken it's a parable we can tak til oursels.
Aften we rax for the starns and feenish in the sheuch
up til the een in glaur,
our guid thochts, our guid wark,
our heigh ambitions aa cuisten doon
and we staucher frae the myre brizit and dang doon wi aa the ills o life.
Aiblins we hae tint our Faith
and life maun be fushionless and toom.
Twa:
when we are hunkert doon in the muck
we hae a glisk o the licht abune us.
Some, wha hae tholit the ill straiks o life hae seen in the daurk, a Licht glintin throwe the mirk.
Whatna Licht?
Shairly the Licht o God in Jesus Christ.
Lippen til John wha screevit:
"The Licht glintit throwe the mirk, but the mirk cudna tak haud o it.
The Licht is beamin for ilka man wha comes intae the warld"
Heeze up yer een tae the Licht.
Yon's the gait
frae glaur
tae glore. |
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