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Dance, dance, wherever you may be…


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February 22, 2019 · 14:41

Dance then….wherever you may be


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January 10, 2016 · 14:49

Married Life

The new bride wanted to make sure she was doing everything properly. So she went to confession one Saturday and asked Father McCarthy, “Father, is it all right to have intercourse before communion?”

“Certainly, my dear,” the priest replied. “As long as we don’t make too much noise.”



A Bishop discovered a tribe of Eskimos in the Yukon who had never recorded a baptism, confirmation or marriage.

The Bishop soon rectified the situation by baptising and confirming everyone. He also married every beaming couple that walked by.

Later, the tribal chief told the Bishop the tribe had never had so much fun.

The Bishop asked the chief which part they enjoyed the most.

 “The marriage service,” the chief said, smiling. “We all got new wives!”

Three weeks after her wedding day, Joanna called her minister.




“Reverend,” she wailed, “John and I had a DREADFUL fight!”

 “Calm down, my child,” said the minister, “it’s not half as bad as you think. Every marriage has to have its first fight!”

“I know, I know!” said Joanna. “But what am I going to do with the BODY?”

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The Meenister’s Log

The mini-bus came to a halt in the church car park in this beautiful rural part of Scotland, and out came a dozen members of a “Christian Youth Group”  unexpected and unprepared for.  And it happened to be a Sunday when Holy Communion was being celebrated.

I noticed that a couple of our visitors had slight learning difficulties.

During the sermon, one could be heard saying to the Group Leader, “when do we get the coffee?”

“Hush – afterwards”

Then, the Communion…… these small individual glasses… the same voice from the body of the kirk: “Is that it?  Where’s the coffee?”

One of his pals at least had the courtesy to raise his glass in a toast and say”Cheers!”


In my first year in  my very first congregation, on the Thursday of Holy Week I visited several members of my flock who were housebound. to give  them Holy Communion.  Somewhere, in the back of my mind, I recalled that the celebrant – in this case, myself , had to finish off what was left of the “consecrated” wine  (not in fact a Presbyterian practice).  So, back at he manse, the afternoon’s exercise finished, I chugged back more than half a bottle of cheap fortified wine……….

…….. in parenthesis: in student days, a pal got a day job during the University holidays, working in an off-sales booze shop in a kind of insalubrious area of Glasgow.  This down-and-out came in one day, asking for a bottle of “Thunderbird”

“Red or White, Sir?”

“Disnae matter, son, it’s awe wan” came the connoisseur’s answer………

…….. so, having polished off his warm, sticky, sickly uber-alcoholic cheapo pant-stripper, I then set off to be the guest preacher at the local Episcopalian Church for its Maunday Thursday evening service.

I truly cannot remember what I preached about ….  and perhaps just as well.


Fast forward many years… and it was the custom of one of my Kirk Sessions to create a “cocktail” of the dregs of previous Communion wines, mixing an assortment of previous “left-overs” into one bottle (and, yes, it tasted foul)

The day following Communion was known as “skitters Monday” amongst those who has partaken of the Sunday’s Sacrament.


A drunk staggered down the main street of the town. Somehow he managed to make it up the stairs to a cathedral and into the entrance, where he crashed from pew to pew, finally making his way to a side aisle and into a confessional.

A priest had observed all this, and figured the fellow needed some help, so he entered his side of the confessional. After the priest sat there in deathly silence, he finally asked, “May I help you, my son?”

“I dunno,” came the drunk’s voice from behind the partition. “You got any toilet paper on your side?”


Visiting Parishioners some years ago in an old fashioned “Nightingale Ward” I came came across  a particular gentleman who was notorious for overindulgence in a “wee refreshment” on the regular basis .

Our visit was just about over when he asked me to go to an off-sales same five minutes away to buy him a bottle of whisky.  Despite my protestations, he insisted on pressing a ten pound note into my hand – and added, cryptically, “And a bottle of Irn Bru for yourself”

So, here’s this wee meenister, resplendent in dog-collar, sneakily   smuggling a bottle of Bells (and a small plastic bottle of Scotland’s other national drink) back into the Ward whence he came.

“Right!  Get that down you,” he said, indicating the warm soft drink.

“Just a sip, perhaps?”

“The lot!” sounding almost belligerent.

So there I am in suit and dog collar standing, surrounded by other curious patients, chugging on a bottle of Irn Bru.

I eventually finished it and was about to throw the empty plastic bottle into the waste bin, when he grabbed it out of my hand and deftly and steadily refilled it with some of his whisky.

Taking an almighty slug followed by a ferocious burp – he wheezed “Cheers!  See you next week” [then, somewhat ominously, “if not before}

If anyone had found out that I’d been involved in such bootlegging, I surely would have been “uncorked” by the Kirk Authorities!

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Communion Lite


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October 20, 2012 · 08:21



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