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November 30, 2007

Scots Wha' Hae With Wallets...

I'm reposting a revision of something I wrote exactly a year ago:
First, happy St. Andrews to those who observe it. (Patron of Scotland, and a few other places: Russia, and Constantinople, or "Istanbul" these days, the meeting place of Pope Benedict XIV and Patriarch in 2006.)

I did not observe Nov. 30 in any way as a youth, despite membership in a Scottish clan, so it, like most Saints Days are discoveries as an adult. As far as ethnic Scottish fare, basic "fish and chips" is great, if you like, then there's haggis. (A relative keeps reminded it was once condemned by the Detroit Board of Health; but that was before Detroit itself became a health hazard. I can say that; I grew up there.) I miss my Scottish grandparents and great-aunts and uncles dearly, and I pray for the conversion of their homeland, as well as other nations. St. Andrew's Day in some churches has been observed as a special day for World Missions.

Second, let me get more "Scottish" for a moment, though that doesn't mean cheap, as my grandmother often reminded us, but simply thrifty. There's cheap and there's thrifty.

Thrifty is spending what money you have wisely and well, which is something we try to do here with Touchstone without wasting too much time figuring ways to do it. I bring this up because we are now beginning the last month of the year when we will be asking by letter and here at Mere Comments and in some cases in person for contributions (tax deductible in the US) to help support the ministry, and our needs have grown along with the ministry. In 2006 postage rates went up about 10 percent and last month we we were informed that paper costs are expected to jump 8 percent.

I am always amazed at the generosity of so many who have provided the support for this voice for Christian orthodoxy. I invite you to join the company of other Friends this month, I and the whole staff, and the writers and editors will be very grateful.

Last year nearly a thousand contributed to the Fellowship of St. James, publisher of Touchstone. More than half of our needed revenue comes from charitable gifts.

We believe that the crises in both society and the churches today call out for a resolute return to the rich core tradition of the apostolic faith. This is why we publish. The Fellowship of St. James is a not-for-profit ministry comprised of Catholic, Protestant, and Orthodox Christians dedicated to encouraging fidelity to the faith and witness of the early undivided Church.

Contributions can be made securely online or checks mailed to Touchstone, PO Box 410788, Chicago, IL  60641. Thanks so much.

So now you know where that title came from.....but some of you remember it from last year. Thanks to all who have already been supporting us this year. We could not publish on-line or on paper without you.

BTW I've left the original comments from last year rather than delete them.

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Scots, wha hae wi' Hutchins bled,
Scots, wham Mills has aften led,
Welcome to your gory bed
Or to victorie!

Now's the day, and now's the hour:
See the front o' battle lour,
See approach proud Katie's power -
Chains and slaverie!

Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha will fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave? -
Let him turn, and flee!

Wha for Scotland's King and Law
Freedom's pen will strongly draw,
Freeman stand or freeman fa',
Let him write a check!

By oppression's woes and pains,
By your sons in servile chains,
We will drain our dearest accounts,
But they shall be free!

Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty's in every contribution!
Let us do or dee!

Posted by: Dcn. Michael D. Harmon | Dec 1, 2006 9:50:52 AM

Dcn Michael,

As much as I admire Hutchins and Mills, as a Scot by blood, I must object to raising them to the status of the great Wallace and Bruce. ;-)

Posted by: GL | Dec 1, 2006 9:56:19 AM

If my wife, whose maiden name is O'Marrow, can tell me I'm an honorary Irishman on St. Paddy's Day (which is also our wedding anniversary), then surely there can be honorary Scots (a wee bit of my own heritage, too) on St. Andrew's Day (and after....)

Posted by: Dcn. Michael D. Harmon | Dec 1, 2006 9:58:57 AM

I'm not sure soliciting from Scots is the wisest strategy. Although maybe if you offered a Touchstone sporran...

Posted by: Ethan Cordray | Dec 3, 2006 4:40:07 PM

Aye, finnan haddie for supper tonight in this home.

Posted by: Sawyer | Nov 30, 2007 2:48:32 PM

As our Scottish guide said on the way to our distillery tour one July, "Most Scots have haggis twice a year: once on Robert Burns' birthday, and again about now when we say, 'You know - it's been a long time since we had haggis.'"

Posted by: Mark B, Hanson | Dec 1, 2007 10:19:44 PM

As long as we're veering off into haggis....

Address to a Haggis.
by Robert Burns

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great chieftain o the puddin'-race!
Aboon them a' ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang's my arm.

The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
Your pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o need,
While thro your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead.

His knife see rustic Labour dight,
An cut you up wi ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright,
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reekin, rich!

Then, horn for horn, they stretch an strive:
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a' their weel-swall'd kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
The auld Guidman, maist like to rive,
'Bethankit' hums.

Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi perfect sconner,
Looks down wi sneering, scornfu view
On sic a dinner?

Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither'd rash,
His spindle shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit:
Thro bloody flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!

But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He'll make it whissle;
An legs an arms, an heads will sned,
Like taps o thrissle.

Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies:
But, if ye wish her gratefu prayer,
Gie her a Haggis!



Posted by: Judy Warner | Dec 2, 2007 5:02:32 AM

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