Posted by Suburban Grandma in Humor
When I started this blog, I decided not to get into any discussions on politics or religion, for very obvious reasons, and I am sure I do not need to explain it any further.
However, when a friend sent me this article about a monk, which sounded really funny to me, I just had to share it with all of you.
A young monk arrived at the monastery.
He was assigned to helping other monks in copying , by hand, the old canons and laws of the church.
Before long he noticed that everyone was copying from copies, not from the original manuscripts.
So, the new monk went to the abbot to question this, pointing out that if someone had made even a small error in the first copy, it would never be picked up and would be continued in all subsequent copies.
” Good point, my son, ” said the abbot.
” We have been doing it this way for centuries, but you are right in what you say. I must look into this “.
The abbot went down into the caves beneath the monastery, and unlocked a vault that had not been opened for centuries.
Hours went by and the old abbot did not reappear.
The young monk became worried and went down to look for him.
He found him sitting against a wall sobbing, with his head in his hands.
” We missed the ‘ R ‘,
we missed the ‘ R ‘, he wailed.
” What’s wrong, father? ” asked the young monk.
In a choking voice, the old abbot replied,
” The word was CELEBRATE. “