Robert Falconer: Robert's Plan of Salvation

Narration by David Jack

From Chapter XII of Part One: Robert's Plan of Salvation

'Duv ye think, grannie, that a body wad be allooed to speik a word i' public, like, there—at the lang table, like, I mean?' (“Do you think, grannie, that someone would be allowed to speak a word in public, like, there--at the long table, like, I mean?”)

'What for no, gin it was dune wi' moedesty, and for a guid rizzon? But railly, laddie, I doobt ye're haverin' a'thegither. Ye hard naething like that, I'm sure, the day, frae Mr. Maccleary.' (“Why not, if it was done with modesty, and for a good reason? But really, laddie, I think this is all nonsense you're speaking. You heard nothing like that, I'm sure, today, from Mr. Maccleary.”)

'Na, na; he said naething aboot it. But maybe I'll gang and speir at him, though.' (“No, no; he said nothing about it. But maybe I'll go and ask him, though.”)

'What aboot?' (“What about?”)

'What I'm gaein' to tell ye, grannie.' (“What I'm going to tell you, grannie.”)

'Weel, tell awa', and hae dune wi' 't. I'm growin' tired o' 't.' (“Well, tell away, and have done with it. I'm growing tired of it.”)

It was something else than tired she was growing.

'Weel, I'm gaein' to try a' that I can to win in there.' (“Well, I'm going to try all that I can to make it there.”)

'I houp ye will. Strive and pray. Resist the deevil. Walk in the licht. Lippen not to yersel', but trust in Christ and his salvation.' (“I hope you will. Strive and pray. Resist the devil. Walk in the light. Trust not to yourself, but trust in Christ and his salvation.”)

'Ay, ay, grannie.—Weel—' (“Ay, ay, grannie.-Well-”)

'Are ye no dune yet?' (“Aren't you done yet?”)

'Na. I'm but jist beginnin'.' (“Na. I'm but just beginning.”)

'Beginnin', are ye? Humph!' (Beginning, are you? Humph!”)

'Weel, gin I win in there, the verra first nicht I sit doon wi' the lave o' them, I'm gaein' to rise up an' say—that is, gin the Maister, at the heid o' the table, disna bid me sit doon—an' say: "Brithers an' sisters, the haill o' ye, hearken to me for ae minute; an', O Lord! gin I say wrang, jist tak the speech frae me, and I'll sit doon dumb an' rebukit. We're a' here by grace and no by merit, save his, as ye a' ken better nor I can tell ye, for ye hae been langer here nor me. But it's jist ruggin' an' rivin' at my hert to think o' them 'at's doon there. Maybe ye can hear them. I canna. Noo, we hae nae merit, an' they hae nae merit, an' what for are we here and them there? But we're washed clean and innocent noo; and noo, whan there's no wyte lying upo' oursel's, it seems to me that we micht beir some o' the sins o' them 'at hae ower mony. I call upo' ilk ane o' ye 'at has a frien' or a neebor down yonner, to rise up an' taste nor bite nor sup mair till we gang up a'thegither to the fut o' the throne, and pray the Lord to lat's gang and du as the Maister did afore 's, and beir their griefs, and cairry their sorrows doon in hell there; gin it maybe that they may repent and get remission o' their sins, an' come up here wi' us at the lang last, and sit doon wi' 's at this table, a' throuw the merits o' oor Saviour Jesus Christ, at the heid o' the table there. Amen."' (“Well, if I make it there, the very first night I sit down with the rest of them, I'm going to rise up and say-that is, if the Master, at the head of the table, doesn't bid me sit down-and say: 'Brothers and sisters, all of you, listen to me for one minute; and, O Lord! If I say wrong, just take the speech from me, and I'll sit down dumb and rebuked. We're all here by grace, and not by merit, save his, as you all know better than I can tell you, for you have been longer here than me. But it's just tugging and riving at my heart to think of them down there. Maybe you can hear them. I can't. Now, we have no merit, and they have no merit, and what for are we here and them there? But we're washed clean and innocent now; and now, when there's no blame lying upon ourselves, it seems to me that we might bear some of the sins of them that have over-many. I call upon each one of you that has a friend or a neighbour down yonder, to rise up and taste neither bite nor sup more till we go up altogether to the foot of the throne, and pray the Lord to let us go and do as the Master did before us, and bear their griefs, and carry their sorrows down in hell there; if it maybe that they may repent and get remission of their sins, and come up here with us at the long last, and sit down with us at this table, all through the merits of our Saviour Jesus Christ, at the head of the table there. Amen.'”)