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Church elder on horns of a dilemma took rams on Sunday ferry

Imagine you arrived at a west coast port with a trailer of livestock but hold-ups meant you were too late to catch the last Saturday ferry.

If you didn’t get across the Minch to the islands the next day, you could prolong the suffering of the penned animals, you would miss taking your family to Sabbath worship and you would be absent on Monday from your council job.

What would you do?

Now imagine you are an elder of the fundamentalist Sabbatarian church which led opposition to Sunday ferries to the outer isles and which believes their introduction was the work of the devil.

Now what would you do?

That was the dilemma which faced Calum Macleod, an office-bearer in the Knock and Point Free Church (Continuing) on Lewis, on September 21. The decision he took led to his suspension as an elder and also as a member of that church.

When Mr Macleod arrived too late for the Saturday ferry, he had to find not only a bed-and-breakfast in Ullapool but a shed and a park for his unsold tups after poor prices at the Dingwall sales.

After what a source described as “prayerful contemplation”, Mr Macleod, a married father of two boys, decided he should get the restless rams home without delay to avoid causing them more distress – even though that would break the Sabbath and fly in the face of the uncompromising policy of his own church.

“As ever, Calum was mindful of the law of God but he was also mindful of the laws of the Scottish Government which require stockholders to avoid stress to animals. Whatever he decided, he could breach one of these rules,” the source said. “It was a tough call.”

The FCC is among the few churches which say Sunday transport to the islands can never be justified – even on grounds of necessity and mercy. When Sunday ferries to Stornoway began in July 2009, and Sunday flights in July 2002, it was mainly its members which turned out to protest with banners and to sing psalms.

The FCC source said: “As if that was not bad enough, Calum couldn’t get onto the next ferry from Ullapool on Sunday as it was fully-booked because Loopallu, the local music festival, was ending and festival-goers were returning to Lewis.”

So the council technical services officer, who is well-known as a breeder of Cheviots, set off early on Sunday morning for Uig on Skye to get the ferry MV Hebrides to Tarbert on neighbouring Harris.

The voyage to Harris did not end well either. Mr Macleod’s vehicle broke down and had to be towed off, ensuring his presence was drawn to the attention of even more people.

On his return, Mr Macleod, from Braighe Road near Stornoway, referred his own transgression to the kirk session, comprising the minister and the elders.

Stornoway FCC minister Reverend Graeme Craig, who is also interim moderator for the Knock and Point congregation, confirmed: “After considering the matter carefully and sympathetically, Mr Macleod was suspended from office and membership for one month.
“Although the kirk session had concerns about the use of the ferry on Sabbath, they were more concerned about the unnecessary collection of animals that day. He has now resumed his duties as an elder in the congregation.”

He added that Mr Macleod had thanked the kirk session for their consideration and sympathy.

Calum Macleod also declared himself satisfied with the punishment meted out to him for taking his rams on the Sunday ferry. He said: “I brought the matter to which you allude before the kirk session quite some time ago and I requested that it be considered formally.
“I am happy to say that all things were resolved amicably after proper ecclesiastical process and the matter is now closed and completely in the past.”

Another FCC adherent said: “The kirk session understood Calum was on the horns of a classic dilemma. They had many punitive options open to them so a month’s suspension was just about the minimum penalty they could bring in. They would never say it was a wee slap on the wrist but it is being seen as that.”

Words don’t come easy to me – or even to Sir Sean Connery

SOME people will believe any words that they hear, particularly on the telly. Take my own wife. The windscreen of her van was badly damaged recently outside the Creagorry Hotel on Benbecula. Bad crack, that.

However, rather than mope and fret and throw plates at me saying it was all my fault, as she usually does, Mrs X became very excited because of three words: Gavin from Autoglass.

She wanted him to come round and start smearing his stuff all over the glass like he does in the TV commercial.

I think the best she can hope for is someone from Bells Road to do a full replacement job. And, sadly for her, I am not even sure that the boys at Hebridean Coachworks do house calls.

In the aisle at Tesco the other day, I heard a forgetful housewife call to her friend saying she hadn’t got the paper towels. She asked her loud pal to get them for her. But which ones, boomed the pal. The ones that are always on the box was the reply.

She was talking about the ones promoted by a Hispanic-looking gentleman called Juan. That name is so apt because it is, of course, pronounced so very like the word One.

And the surname of this dashing Zorro-type figure happens to be Sheet. And one sheet, because you can wring it out, is all that the makers of this towel claim is required for any job.

How lucky for him and his future career that Mr and Mrs Sheet decided to call their lovely new babby Juan?

So when her piercing, and pierced, pal by the washing powders screeched back asking if the amnesiac housewife, indeed, meant the ones advertised by Juan Sheet, she did not elongate the vowels in the surname sufficiently.

She said . . . well, you know. The muzak had been turned down. We all heard it.

Our housewife could only bawl back: “His name’s Sheet. Did you get that? It’s Sheet. S-H- . . . ”

It is important to check words and get them absolutely right, which is what they should do at the Lord’s Day Observance Society (LDOS). They are frantically trying to stop Stornoway Golf Club opening on a Sunday. It’s all made very clear in the Fourth Commandment, they say.

Yet the LDOS, and some other preachers, have been very crafty. They choose not to mention the other passages where the message is very different.

In fact, the Good Book suggests that the last thing we should do is even listen to people who think they know better when it comes to telling us what to do.

Not written for so-called scholars to put their own spin on it, the Bible says we should not let anyone judge us by what we eat or drink, or with regard to a religious festival, a new moon celebration or – wait for it – a Sabbath day.

That’s clear enough for me. So the golf club should have a drinks licence and serve grub better than those sandwiches turned up at the edges. You will find it all there in Colossians 2:16.

If the licensing board disobeys that biblical mandate for seven-day opening, will its members be headed for a very hot place?

If the Free Church is right, they could well be.

So forget the LDOS. Check the truth out yourself. It’s fantastic what you find if you actually read the old manual yourself instead of letting barmy sabbatarians with silly agendas frighten the pants off you.

They just pick the bits that suit their population-manipulating ends.

Wait till I tell you this one. The Almighty is really not that bothered about people getting married. In fact, he goes so far as to say it is good for guys not to even touch a woman. I found that in Corinthians. Who knew?

Maybe that’s just my Bible. It’s obviously not in the Free Church version.

Words are important and we can use them how we want. Sir Sean Connery, for example, carved a glittering career out of not being able to do other accents while also suffering from what is usually regarded as an impediment by not being able to pronounce the letter “S” very well.

Typical SNP supporter

It will be the nationalistic knight’s 80th birthday in August and, wait for it, there is to be a Talk Like Sean Connery Day. That’s when everyone will be expected to talk like him.

Shir Shean has decided that imitation is the best form of flattery. So fans will pout and say stuff like: “It’sh good to shee you,” in a faintly East Lothian kind of way.

I am not making this up.

I think I’ll sit that one out, as the wrinkly thespian might say.

It is easy to get our words wrong at the best of times. We all do it – in speech and in writing. Even me. I once actually wrote that a London fruit and veg merchant had lost a watch made of 24-carrot gold. No one else noticed, either, and that vegetarian nonsense is what appeared in the paper.

There’s a man in Stornoway I will not name, because I value my life, who also sometimes gets some words just a wee bit wrong. One of his best was when he announced to a colleague that we should all vote Labour because conservatories do nothing for the working class.

And you know, in a funny way, he was absolutely right.

The same fellow makes no secret of the fact that he is very wary of women drivers. He was telling a gaggle of his workmates that he found the fairer sex to be very unpredictable on the road.

However, the way he put it was: “I was behind a woman driver at the Macaulay Road roundabout last night and she had no idea what lane she should be in. She kept switching from one to the other.

“But that’s women for you. The way they drive is very erotic.”

Stand up to your local hateful, bigoted extremist

Desperately flailing around to find excuses for the putrid intolerance he so enthusiastically promotes, John Macleod, that self-appointed and self-obsessed spokesman for the sabbatarian lobby, is now (Hebrides News, March 6) intent on skewing the debate into a row about rich people and some wretched poor sabbatarian church mice.

If that was true, who the heck owns all these 4x4s and late-registration Mercs and Jags which bung up the streets of Stornoway around these towering temples to bigotry and anti-Roman Catholic sentiment each Sunday?

The message of the camel and the needle – like so many of the finer texts on love and forgiveness in the bible – is nowadays blithely ignored in the Free Presbyterian Church, the flighty Macleod’s latest spiritual home. His fulminations against basic human freedoms seem to have so blinded him to how enriched the adherents in the same pew as him mostly now are. He must be too taken up swallowing the continuing hateful, anti-family message from his latest chosen pulpit.

His is a historically-barmy denomination which preaches that if a member’s sibling or son marries into another faith, the church member should turn against them rather than make the joy of his family complete and be happy for them. And you should see the names these family-wreckers  have in their doctrinal documents for other faiths and their leaders. They should be prosecuted for hate crime. Yet you will find nothing in the bible to give them a mandate to preach it. It is all man-made, rabble-rousing balderdash.

The tales I have been told recently of how foul and anti-family some of our local “holy” people really are would make your hair stand on end. Particularly in Point.

Why should we wonder when such extremely intolerant narrow-minded types want to manipulate the rest of us? Up here, sensible types tend to ignore them and dismiss them as a wee bit loopy, because they are. Yet they are also extremists. We all know it is to a different degree but, from the crusades right up to 9/11, 7/7 and the many other atrocities inspired by faith, we should know by now what loopy people are capable of when gripped with religious fervour.

There is a pattern, whatever the religion. They all claim their holy book alone is the word of God and must be followed to the letter. On Lewis, we must assume that means they actually want to kill those unconcerned, freedom-loving individuals they call sabbath breakers. After all, their book says so. Just read Exodus 35:2: “Six days shall work be done, but on the seventh day there shall be to you an holy day, a sabbath of rest to the Lord: whosoever doeth work therein shall be put to death.” Eh?

Do our friendly, local extremists in our “free” churches actually believe that last bit – which the pick ‘n’ mix religionists deliberately left out of the more-widely read Ten Commandments? The answer is yes. Some do. Ask them. That is what is preached. Some will just smile when you ask. Press them.

I wonder if that was a set of gallows I saw up at the top of Scotland Street the other night? After all, they would only be doing what their particular holy book tells them.  And the same people will argue fiercely that every word in it is as relevant and up-to-date as the day it was written.

It is an appalling betrayal of our forefathers who defied the Nazis to defend our freedoms that we now have to do the same because of the ambitions of these fundamentalist sects of home-grown bigots, albeit now in sensible lace-ups and slip-ons rather than jackboots.

Believer, agnostic or athiest, every single one of us must stand up to anyone who seeks to destroy our rights, hard-won after oceans of blood. It matters little whether the dictator’s name is Herr Hitler or Reverend Tallach. The principle must be the same. We are free; we decide.

Even in Germany, which the monstrous Macleod seems happy to hold up as a wonderful example of responsible retail sabbatarianism, the main sports centre franchises, like McFit, Kaifu Lodge and Holmes Place, are open to all on Sundays. They are widely used by families – sometimes before and after church services. And why not? If that is what the people want.

The principle of exercising our freedom of choice is the same – whether to bend the knee to the Führer or be banned from using a sports centre on a particular day. We are a civilised grown-up society, and my father, grandfather and many like them, fought so we could decide. No one else. The FPs can just stay home and be grumpy if they want to – as they have always done.

Let us tell the haters what we think. Let us tell the snarling, twisted John Macleod, so sickeningly vicious and self-important as the Learned Scribe that he cannot hide the stench of arrogance he gives off, as always sneering down his snivelling snout at other mere mortals for their “tangled prose”. That any church welcomes poisonous snobs like that on its pew is another reason to walk quickly by.

Things will change. History will judge harshly, as it does witchdoctors, the hatemongering power-brokers who have manipulated islanders and stripped us of our rights, even in this long-awaited latter age of reason. It will also damn those of our current elected representatives who are, for the chance of grabbing a few paltry votes, so shamefully selling us out for that mess of pottage rather than standing up proudly for everyone who lives on these islands rather than for the bigoted, extremist, hateful few.