Can you imagine Linus from Peanuts speaking with a Scottish brogue for the story of Jesus birth?
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6. And sae it was, that while they war thar, the days was fulfilled for her to bring forth.
7. And she brocht forth her son – her first-born – and row’t him in a barrie-coat, and laid him i’ the manger, for that there was nae room for them i’ the inn.
8. And thar war in the same kintra side herds bidin i’ the fields, and keepin gaird ower their flocks by nicht.
9. And sae ! an Angel o’ the Lord cam till them, and the glorie o’ the Lord glintit roond aboot them ; and they war sair gliff’d.
10. And the Angel said, ” Be-na gliff’d ; for I bring ye gude tidins o’ muckle joy to the hail warld !
11. ” For thar is born t’ye this day, in Dauvid’s toun, a Saviour, wha is the Anointit Lord.
12. ” And here is the token for ye ; ye’se fin’ the bairn row’t in a barrie-coat, lyin in a manger. ”
13. And a’ at ance there was wi’ the Angel a thrang o’ Heeven’s host, praisin God, and sayin,
14. ” Glorie to God i’ the heighest heights, and on the yirth peace ! Gude wull to Men !”
Death serves all alike; as he deals with the poor, so he deals with the rich: is not awed at the appearance of a proud palace, a numerous attendance, or a majestic countenance; pulls a king out of his throne, and summons him before the judgment seat of God, with as few compliments and as little ceremony as he takes the poor man out of his cottage. Death is as rude with emperors as with beggars, and handles one with as much gentleness as the other.
Jonathan Edwards