A reader in England alerted me to this sermon, available online, so thank you, John.
Fr Sebastian Wall SSPX
Father Sebastian Wall (pictured left) is a priest of the Society of St Pius X; he is the Society Prior in Scotland, serving the SSPX churches in Glasgow and Edinburgh but he also supplies at the Gateshead church fairly regularly. Click on the image, or click the link below, to hear him preach a hard-hitting sermon in which he offers some specific examples of “poor quality Catholicism” – I saw myself in there. Maybe you will, as well (not see ME, cheeky! You know what I mean…) Share your thoughts – what part of this excellent sermon hit home with you?
Mungo or Kentigern was born in 518. He was the son of Tannoch, a princess of Lothian, who has given her name to St Enoch’s Square in Glasgow, and to Tannochside near Uddingston. Tannoch’s father was a pagan and when she adopted Christianity she was expelled from her home. During her wanderings she was raped, and her father ordered that she be set adrift in an open boat at Aberlady in order that her pregnancy should not bring a slur on the family name. The boat was washed upon the shore at the Christian settlement of Culross and there the infant Kentigern was born. He was christened Kendyern, British for “Great Chief’. (The British form indicates that the ‘g’ should be soft. The hard ‘g’ perhaps arises from the fact that Jocelyn wrote in Latin).
But within the community he was often referred to by the pet name of Myncho, which has become Mungo, and means “little dear”. It is by this name that he is known as the patron saint of Glasgow. Having been ordained priest, Kentigern set out to restore the faith at Glasgow. He crossed the Forth at Alloa and set up his church on the Molendinar Burn, where Glasgow Cathedral now stands at the top of the High Street. He was greatly aided in his work of conversion by the local chieftain Rederich, whose fortress was Dumbarton, the fort of the Britons. Rederich brought over a Bishop from Ireland to consecrate the 25-year-old Kentigern first bishop of Glasgow.
Trouble from the pagans led to the flight of Rederich and Kentigern to the South. They stopped for a short time near Penrith and established a settlement at Crossfield. After a brief sojourn there, Kentigern travelled to Wales where he founded a monastery in the Vale of Ciwyd. Meanwhile Rederich and allies had defeated the pagans near Carlisle and Kentigern was able to return to Scotland in 573. He stopped at Hoddam, by Dumfries, and established missions throughout Galloway, which had been converted 150 years earlier by St Ninian.
After eight years Kentigern returned to Glasgow, where he died in January 603. In 1197, probably as a result of Jocelyn’s writings, a church was built over the tomb, and his church was the beginnings of the present Glasgow Cathedral. In Glasgow he was known better by his pet name of Mungo, but dedications to St Kentigern are common throughout the South of Scotland, in the North of England, and in Wales. Jocelyn’s account informs us that Kentigern met many other saints -St Serf at Culross, Saints David and Asaph in Wales, St Columba in Glasgow.
He also paid several visits to Rome, on the last of which the Pope gave Glasgow the title “Special Daughter of the Church”. St Kentigern was chosen as our patron firstly because of his connection with the old Kingdom of Lothian, his grandfather being Loth who ruled from the fort on Traprain Law near Haddington; and secondly because so many of the pupils here have Glasgow origins.
The meaning of Glasgow’s coat of arms (pictured above)
Here is the bird that never flew Here is the tree that never grew Here is the bell that never rang Here is the fish that never swam
The Glasgow coat of arms relate to the life and legend of St Mungo. The arms include ‘the tree that never grew’ relating to St Mungo tending a fire in St Serf’s monastery but he fell asleep and some lads who were envious of Mungo’s favoured position with St Serf put out the fire while he slept. When Mungo woke he broke off branches from a frozen hazel tree and by praying over them and lit the fire again, the hazel branches were transformed in to a fully grown tree. The ‘bird that never flew’ is about a robin that had been tamed by St Serf and it had been accidently killed. Mungo prayed over the robin and brought it back to life. The ‘fish that never swam’ is about a ring which a King gave to his wife Langoureth who gave it to her lover a knight who wore it and when the King noticed this took it from him when he was sleeping and threw it in the River Clyde. The King then demanded to see the ring from Langeoreth and she confessed this to Mungo who sent a monk to fish the river and found the lost ring. The bell is attributed to a bell that was reputedly given to Mungo by the Pope. The motto “Let Glasgow Flourish” is an abbreviation of a statement taken from a sermon given by the saint: “Let Glasgow flourish by the preaching of Thy Word and the praising of Thy Name.”
Mungo’s mother Thenew is also known as St Enoch. It is believed St Enoch’s Square in Glasgow City Centre is the site of her burial ground.
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There is Mass in the SSPX church of St Andrew, Renfrew Street, Glasgow, at 6.30pm on Monday, 14 January, to mark the Feast.
In the video clip below, Ben Shapiro, a young Jewish man, well-known American social commentator, recounts an entertaining story about his one of his wife’s foibles…
As we approach the Feast of our national patron, Saint Andrew, it’s perhaps a good time to take a break from all the serious debates, and share our stories of the foibles within our own family / circle of friends. Makes us laugh – if not with family foibles, then with your favourite jokes. Feel free to share your own jokes and stories, favourite music for the Feast day – although don’t feel obliged to treat us to the bagpipes!
And a word of warning. It’s just about impossible, I’m very sad to say, to find a Scottish joke that falls into the category of “good, clean fun”. I’ve found one of the very few, see below, so don’t feel obliged to post Scottish jokes. Any jokes that fall into our strict “good, clean fun” rule, will be welcomed. Here’s one of my own favourites … although if you struggle to read the Tea-Towel below, you can read a slightly shorter version here(with apologies to our friends south of the border!) And finally, to mark the Feast, enjoy the hymn to St Andrew, performed beautifully below by a young girl, Maria, unaccompanied. I’ve heard it in churches, with rousing organ accompaniment (and sometimes drums as well!) but in this rendition, we hear every word. A lovely performance. I’ve posted a comment on YouTube to let Maria, know that we are enjoying her video here. Happy Feast, Maria, if you visit us!
Happy Feast of St Andrew, when it comes, to one and all…
Scotland’s First Minister, Nicola Sturgeon, is determined to put Scotland at the front of the queue in promoting LGBT issues, and is now focussing big time on “Trans” issues. This includes brainwashing pupils in primary schools:
“…Last week the Scottish Government was told it may face legal action over school transgender guidance it endorsed and funded. ‘Supporting Transgender Young People: Guidance For Schools in Scotland’ says teachers should not tell parents if their child changes gender at school unless the child, who could be as young as four years old, gives permission first. Lawyers for The Christian Institute warned the guide “contains glaring errors in relation to the current law”.Read more here
So, from their primary school days through to university, Scottish students are to be brainwashed with the crackpot notion that men can become women and women can become men. For Edinburgh University to issue “Pronoun” badges, is akin to handing out Identity (ID) badges. So much for the fear of being bullied. Seriously, what kind of craziness IS this? Is there nothing to be done? Are we simply to settle down and wait for this madness to pass? Are we going to continue to allow ourselves to be bullied into silence through fear of being charged with “hate speech”? Is there anything we can do, those of us who do not adhere to politically correct “norms”? And that includes the priest chaplains of these schools, colleges and universities… and their Bishops – why are they silent? When will it dawn on them that they, more than anyone else, will be called to serious account for their failure to speak out loud and clear in the face of this major assault on our basic humanity?
It’s almost impossible to find a good clean “Scottish” joke and the popular Scots “comics” just can’t seem to get through a sentence without using the “F” word, and other crude language. This was a matter of embarrassment to me when I lived in England and found myself apologising for various foul-mouthed Scots, and not just celebrities. I still feel the same nausea when I see the “jokes” online, and I just wouldn’t dream of watching the standard TV shows which pass for Scottish humour. About as funny as a sore head. But, why am I writing about this now? Well…
For a number of weeks, I’ve been refreshing my cooking and baking skills; if there’s one area of expertise in which I am tragically lacking, it’s cooking and baking. So, realising that time is running out, companies are folding – think: Toys R Us – and who knows for how much longer the ready-made meals industry will last. I might well starve to death, I thought, so I took to YouTube to see if I could learn to cook and bake properly, albeit late in the day (I’m almost 29). As an aside, I will admit that I’ve thrown out more inedible fairy-cakes in the past couple of weeks than Greggs have sold in any six-months period you care to name, but, hey, I’m sticking with it. I’ll get there.
However, when I decided to give the attempted murder of my eggs and self-raising flour stock a break and turn to red meat cooking, I was reminded of my contempt for alleged Scottish humour. You see, having watched a string of YouTube videos, some on baking, some on cooking beef stew and the like, I saw, listed on my sidebar, “Scottish mince and tatties” (M & T) and curiosity got the better of me so I clicked to watch. Don’t misunderstand. I’m a dumpling in the kitchen (so to speak) but one of the few things I can make is mince and potatoes. Not well, but I can eat it without having to visit Accident & Emergency which, for me, is a clear sign of success. And having watched so many videos from various parts of the world, all very professionally executed, both male and female cooks sharing their expertise politely, I thought it would be interesting to watch a fellow Scot explaining to the world how to make M & T. Despite my long experience to the contrary, as outlined above, I thought this might be OK, good clean fun and maybe a tip or two on how to cook what some regard as a national dish (it’s not, of course – there were plenty of videos on the sidebar with well known English cooks advertising their mince recipes.) Anyway, I settled down to watch the young man share his recipe and then, disappointingly, within a few minutes, he’d used the “F” word. I switched off. I’ll never been able to look at a plate of mince and potatoes again without thinking of that so & so on blankety blank YouTube.
So, what has this to do with the mission of Catholic Truth to contribute to the restoration of the Catholic Faith in Scotland? Well, I wondered if I am being prudish, if this is nothing to worry about, even if Catholic Scotsmen and women are as uncouth as their non-Catholic neighbours, so what? I made a deal with myself. I decided to Google variations of the title of this thread and if I could find the topic covered anywhere else, I’d stick the link on the General Discussion thread and leave it at that. But no – I could not find any articles, reports, conversations anywhere. Indeed, the search threw up umpteen links headlined – for example – “Scots the most macho men….” and similar.
So, the question for discussion is this: if, as seems to be the case, a significant number of Scots – certainly the men – are very crude people, filthy mouths, unable to express themselves in conversation or comedy without resorting to expletives, what can be done about it? Do Scots Catholic have a particular role to play, a particular responsibility to correct this disgusting behaviour? If so, how? Or is highlighting the issue here sufficient, raising the importance of modesty of speech and decrying the widespread bad example to the young etc. Vote in the poll below, and then share your thoughts…
PS if you hear that I’ve been charged with a hate crime, please club together to get me released. If that fails, bribe the judge – whatever it takes. I mean, if push comes to shove, I’m not that bothered really… Scotsmen will be Scotsmen, after all… And people all over the world are still keen to claim Scottish heritage… Really, with the rattle of handcuffs ringing in my ears, I have to admit that I could be way out of line here and anyway… who am I to judge? 😀
I’ve been obeying the Government for once, and stayed indoors today. The snow just keeps coming… and I just keep asking what on earth is causing this?
Or is nothing on earth causing this? I’ve no idea, but I hear what our Transport Minister has been saying on this evening’s news, which has mostly been about the weather: this level of snow is unprecedented. This is the first ever “red” alert warning in Scotland, which means life is in danger.
Personally, I’ve no idea what’s causing this, and the scientists seem to have gone to ground. In any event, I’m not convinced by the Climate Change industry’s theories about population control and plastic bags. What about you?