DANIEL Adams and wife Jenn, who wed at the end of December, met the Pope at the Vatican on their honeymoon in Rome last week.
POPE Francis showed the Holy Spirit is not the only spirit he’s interested in when he blessed a Scots couple’s marriage.
The pontiff took one look at kilted Daniel Adams’s sporran – and asked if he had some whisky in it.
Daniel and wife Jenn, 30, who wed at the end of December, met the Pope at the Vatican on their honeymoon in Rome last week.
Charity manager Daniel, 28, said they had writte
n in advance in the hope of getting a blessing.He said: “Jenn wore her wedding dress and I had my kilt so he’d know who we were.
“At the end of his general audience, he came over to meet us. He pointed at my sporran and asked, ‘Did you bring whisky?’ so it looks like Pope Francis likes a dram.”
There was also a kiss from the Pope for Jenn, 30, a manager with the Royal Scottish National Orchestra, and a hug for Daniel, who said delightedly: “He gave me a big cuddle, which was great.”
copyright Daily Record
And God created…….
In the beginning, The Lord God Almighty, sitting on His throne on high, turned to His mate, the Archangel Gabriel and said “Gabby, today I’m going to create Scotland. I will make it a country of dark beautiful mountains, purple glens and rich green forests. I will give it clear swift flowing rivers and I will fill them with salmon. The land shall be lush and fertile, on which the people shall grow barley to brew into an amber nectar that will be much sought after the world over. Underneath the land I shall lay rich seams of coal.In the waters around the shores there will be an abundance of fish and beneath the sea bed there will be vast deposits of oil and gas”.
“Excuse me Sire”, interrupted the Archangel Gabriel, “Don’t you think you are being a bit too generous to these Scots”?”Not really”, replied the Lord, “wait ’til you see the neighbours I’m giving them”.
Charlie Chaplain’s Tales
When I first started my full- time healthcare chaplaincy post some fourteen years ago, I visited as many of the clients and residents at our then mental-health care facility.
“Hello, I’m Sandy, the new chaplain” I would introduce myself.
On one occasion, the response was “I’m John and I’m a gardener” (with a broad Galloway accent – “gairdner”)
He was interrupted by a fellow female client: “I’m X…. and I’m awff ma heid”
“Wheesht, wumin”, interposed old John, “Ye dinnae ken whit ye’re talking aboot!”
He monopolised the rest of the conversation.
“Ah ken you meenisters; Ah usetae dae gairdenin’ work fur some o’ them at their big posh manses”
“Aye,” he continued, “ye sit oan yer erses a’ afternoon readin’ the ‘Scotsman’ and drinkin’ wheesky”
I hadn’t the heart to contradict him. It was usually a G & T and the “Herald” for me
The Meenister’s Log
A minister was completing a temperance sermon. With great emphasis he said,
‘If I had all the beer in the world, I’d take it and pour it into the river.’
With even greater emphasis he said, ‘And if I had
All the wine in the world, I’d take it and pour it into the river.’
And then finally, shaking his fist in the air, he
Said, ‘And if I had all the whisky in the world,
I’d take it and pour it into the river.’
Sermon complete, he sat down, before announcing the next hymn………
Let us sing Hymn #365, ‘Shall We Gather at the River.’
See you at the river!
Bring your own glass!