A young man decided to write a book about famous churches around the world. For his first chapter he decided to write about British churches so he bought a train ticket and took a trip to London,thinking that he would work his way up the country from South to North.
On his first day he was inside a church taking photographs, when he noticed a golden telephone mounted on the wall with a sign that read "£20,000 per call!"
The man, being intrigued, asked a priest who was strolling by what the telephone was used for. The priest replied that it was a direct line to heaven and for £20,000 you could talk to God.
The man thanked the priest and went on his way. His next stop was in Northampton. There, at a very large church, he saw the same golden telephone with the same sign under it.
He wondered if this was the same kind of telephone he had seen in London so he asked a nearby nun what its purpose was. She told him that it was a direct line to heaven and that for £20,000 he could talk to God.
"Thank you," said the man. He then travelled to Coventry, Birmingham, Liverpool, Manchester,Blackpool, Fleetwood, Lancaster and Carlisle.
In every church he saw the same golden telephone with the same "£20,000 per call" sign under it. The man, upon realising how close he was to the Scottish border, decided to see if the Scots had the same phone. He crossed the border and came to a small town called Gretna, and again, there was the same golden telephone, but this time the sign under it read "20 pence per call".
The man was surprised so he asked the church minister about the sign.
"Father, I have travelled all over England and I have seen this same golden telephone in many churches. I'm told it is a direct line to heaven, but in every one the price was £20,000 per call. Why is it so cheap here?"
The minister smiled. "Well laddie, you're in Scotland now.......it's a local call."
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4 comments:
What a beautiful picture, I can see why you would call it "God's Own Country." ;D
Fun story as well, (snubbing the Sassenach are we? Well, it's not unexpected, considering the source) :D ;p
SG
Very, very good.
Great post and a wonderful picture too. Scotland has many wonderful memories for me but home is heaven wherever you are. Isnt Gretna where they go to get married - but now Id ont recall why they do...have to google it.
The cost of the phone call did crack me up at the end..
but not hard to see why. ;)
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