Wayfarer Column- Incredible tales of divine intervention

Here are a few of the amazing tales that I have come across when researching the various events that make life all the more interesting, in fact in many cases the tales are stranger than fiction.

Take for instance back in 2003 the Glasgow City Council told the crossing patrol staff outside a Glasgow primary school that they could have their pay slips provided in Braille if they were visually impaired.

Two similar occurrences took place, one in 1771 when a man in Irvine, Ayrshire who had been deaf for some twenty years was struck by lightening and regained his hearing. The second occurrence happened to Sarah Sutherland from Falkirk who had been deaf since childbirth some forty two years before and woke up one morning after a vivid dream to hear for the first time. Her dream had been that she had been talking to someone and then woke up to hear the sounds of people moving about the house. Two occurrences with very happy conclusions.

Now to a tale of a brave soldier from the first world war which concerned Private George Mackie whose life was saved by what he considered to be divine intervention. He was serving with the Gordon Highlanders in the Somme and was carrying a New Testament Bible in his breast pocket when a bullet struck him the chest and embedded itself in the Bible. The bullet only went a quarter of the way through the Bible saving George Mackie’s life. Mackie lived until he was ninety six and treasured that Bible to the end of his days. On his death in 2000 the family presented the Bible to the Gordon Highlanders museum in Aberdeen. Another tale to make you appreciate the oddities that go to make up life.

Would you believe it but a farmer from Kirkcaldy, not in the best of health, incorrectly gave a sick cow medicine intended for himself and yes, as you will have guessed he then mistakenly dosed himself with the medicine intended for the cow. Strangely enough he fully recovered from his complaint but had to call in the vet urgently to administer to the sick cow. It makes you think as in 1788 the Reverend Alexander Johnston died at the age of 102. The minister had preached a three hour sermon every week for sixty years until his death and professed a strong hatred of every type of medicine.

There are many more tales to tell, in fact they are happening around us all the time if you care to look. However, I will keep dipping my pen into these strange tales of long ago and not so long ago, and pass them on. See you next week.