Murdigan and An Cor

The Conversion Of "Murdigan"

Between 1934 and 1940, the Isle of Lewis enjoyed remarkable spiritual revival: one of the most significant awakenings, in Scotland, last century, and of much more depth and power than the Faith Mission's so-called "Lewis Awakening" of 1949-50. The movement in the Thirties was striking because of its breadth – the substantial parishes of Bernera; Park; Kinloch; Lochs; Knock; Barvas and Cross were all affected – and because the revival operated without bounds of denomination.

The bulk of converts were young men: in solemn Providence, most of them would serve in the Second World War, and a good number would not return.

Rev. Murdo Macaulay, still spared and well in his 94th year, was one of those born again in the Carloway parish. His account of the awakening in Carloway is a fascinating record, and his description of the conversion of Murdigan most engaging.

"Of all the interesting characters who were thrown into prominence by the Carloway revival, none was more colourful than Murdigan – Murdo Macleod, 7 Kirivick. Mr Macleod did not come from a dark home as his father was an elder in the Church of Scotland, and his mother was a good woman. Almost all their family had been baptised in the Free Church. Iain Ruadh was an intelligent Christian, steeped in Puritan theology, especially in the works of Owen. I once called on Murdo Macleod, another elder in the Church of Scotland, and there they were, Murdo and Iain, with the volumes of Matthew Henry spread open on the table, and both wearing their spectacles as they sought the solution to their particular problem of truth. I asked them whether at the final day there would be more saved than lost, and immediately Iain Ruadh said, "Is this the text that is troubling you, 'And I will bring the third part through the fire'? Zech 13:9, and it was! ...

Murdigan, Iain's son, had little interest in religion before the revival, and it is truly remarkable how dark he was spiritually before his conversion. He hardly ever entered a church door, and gave no credence to Christian beliefs, especially to the doctrines of the Incarnation and the Resurrection, which seem to the natural man to be wholly irrational. Indeed to many of those who knew him he was so anti-Christian that, while they had some hope of the conversion of others, they had little of Murdigan's...

We get a glimpse of the same despair of him from Cartriona Alasdair, 4 Kirivick, who regarded him as an out-and-out enemy of the Truth. As was so often the case, before and after the Revival, a number of the young converts had gathered together in her house and who should follow them in but Murdigan. As they discussed the Resurrection he said to Catriona, "Surely you do not believe that nonsense" Silence soon prevailed, for the young converts were all afraid of him, and they soon departed... where they would have more peace and freedom.... When they left, however, Murdigan left soon after them, and Catriona, perturbed by this, remarked, "Why is that devil following the poor boys? No one knew then that Murdigan's interest had already been aroused, although he pretended to be totally opposed to it all...

The first stirrings of his soul were like the early years of his Christian life – rather unusual. At the Communion season in March 1936 he decided to go to church on Sabbath evening, but he kept clear of the droves who then walked along the road to church from Doune, Kirivick and South Knock. He was hoping nobody would see him, and he hoped to get a seat at the back to enable him to get away quickly before the bulk of the people would get out. On entering the Church of Scotland, he saw a vacant red-cushioned seat at the back, and sat in it, wholly unaware that this was the manse seat... His mother had pressed him to go out that evening and he decided to go, intending to go to the Free Church... but when he had arrived, everyone had gone in, so he decided to go to the Church of Scotland as he would get out sooner!

The preacher that evening was the Reverend Lachlan MacLeod... Something the minister said made an indelible impression on Murdigan's heart, and he felt a power coming with it that shook his very being. The strange thing was that, although he never got rid of what he had experienced that night, he did not darken the door of any church for the next three months; and he never entered the Church of Scotland again. But the seed began to germinate, and like Moses, after three months, he could no longer be hid. He had often meditated on what he had heard, and was one night in his bed turning this over in his mind, when he was graciously given, according to himself, a vision of the glorified Christ.... This was not the result of a mental strain which may produce many images and illusions, and which, when the mind retrieves its normal functions, will soon pass away. It was an experience which left its mark indelibly on his heart and life ever after... When either the minister or anyone else or even himself quoted John 1:14, "...and we beheld his glory, (the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth", he invariably burst out audibly in sobs and tears, or, as was often the case, in that familiar giggle of his. Murdigan never met anyone quite like himself and neither have we seen anyone quite like him.

On one occasion at a question meeting in Glasgow, he was asked to speak... After mentioning some leading features of his own very individualistic experience, and with special emphasis on the kind of visionary experience he himself had received, he concluded with the words, "Seo mar a tha sluagh an Thighearna." ("This is how the people of God are.") When the officiating minister, who happened to be his own minister, Rev. John Maciver, rose to close... he urged the Lord's people in the congregation not to become anxious if they did not follow Murdigan's experience, for, said he, "Chan ann mar seo a tha sluagh an Tighearna ach gle, gle bheag dhuibh..." ("This is not how the people of God are, except very, very few of them.")...

Murdigan, like many others, had endeavoured to conceal, by a veneer of hypocrisy which some learn to practice at the beginning of their Christian life, his first feelings of conviction from his fellow beings. But this vision brought him quickly into the open... Next Sabbath he went to the Free Church, and seeing Mr Maciver, the minister, he smiled at him. Mr Maciver, taken aback, said to Calum Chiribhig, "What was that rebel trying on as he mockingly smiled at me?" When he went to the prayer meeting he went to the Free Church, and felt his soul was so richly blessed under the anointed ministry of Mr Maciver that he could not leave him. He was so filled at times that one was at a loss to tell whether he was weeping or rejoicing... Whenever he was called upon to pray, if he quoted his favourite text, John 1:14, he emitted one deep, heaving, wheezy sigh followed by sobs or muffled giggling, and that was the end of that prayer...

Almost the first day after being in the prayer meeting for the first time he met Mr Maclennan, the Church of Scotland minister, coming from the Post Office. Mr Maclennan, as was natural, exhorted him to attend his father's church in which his father was a well-known elder. "Oh no," he said, "I am attending the church where I find food for my soul, but-" he continued, "never mind that just now, but tell me what does this text mean? 'We behe;ld his glory...' Mr Maclennan explained the text as well as he could to a week-old convert, but Murdigan's reply was, "Tut, I can do better than that myself." How little we know of our ignorance in our infancy. Any explanation given at this stage had to fit into his own recent experience, otherwise it would be cast aside...

Murdigan became the central figure in the homes in which we gathered for fellowship and worship. In our discussions many awkward and difficult questions were fired at him, leaving him sometimes a little embarrassed, but not for long; for the Spirit of the Lord guided this man by putting in his mouth replies that silenced his tormentors, while he himself was unable to grasp the full significance of what he was saying. Those of us who were constantly with him will never forget the rich and profitable fellowship which we experienced in those days. The instruction given from the pulpit was meticulously sifted and appropriated through the after-discussion. Thus spiritual growth was rapid. The chewing of the cud and its effect in their daily walk and conversation leaving its witness... pronounced them clean, and there are few sights so pleasant to look upon in this world as to see such young converts in a happy mood in spiritual fellowship, all athirst for the Truth that is in Jesus.

"With flocks the pastures clothed be
The vales with corn are clad
And now they shout and sing to thee
For thou hast made them glad

Psalm 65:13...

Murdigan had such a clear view of Christ and his Saviour that, in the gatherings, his strength of faith was often the means of sending some home with a heavy heart. He had little sympathy for those who were not like himself. He said that he had had a vision of Christ so clearly as he lay in his bed that as he beheld Him in dazzling glory he pulled the sheet over his head to hide his face from Him. At one time he was with some others in a gathering in the home of Mrs MacLeod, 2 Borriston, and did not seem to be his usual self. The old lady noticed this, and enquired if there was anything wrong with him. Domhnull Sheumais who had gone with him there asked him on the way home if anything troubled him, and he told them that he had had a recent experience that taught him to modify his attitude to those whose experiences were not like his own. He saw in his sleep... a young woman in dark clothes and he spoke to her telling her that anyone who was in Christ knew he was born again. She immediately began to sob, and as he looked he saw a large white house and the girl in black quickly entering the main door. He also tried to enter, but as he was going through he felt the door narrowing so that he was only just able to squeeze through. When he got through, this Scripture spoke to him, "Is beannaichte iadsan nach fhaca agus a ' chreid." ("...Blessed are they that have not seen, and yet have believed." John 20: 29.) It was not often that Murdigan was rebuked as a doubting Thomas, but he learned from this not to be so censorious of others whose experience differed from his own...

Later on, while working in Dalwhinnie, he was on nightshift beginning at twelve midnight. After some time, summer time [ie British Summer Time, when the clocks are put forward an hour] and of course they all worked from midnight as before. On Monday, after his first shift of the week, he saw in his sleep a watch in his hand, and the whole works of the watch taken apart. He endeavoured to put the watch works together, but discovered one piece was missing. As he looked for it, a voice said to him, "You will never find that piece again, for you have eaten it." Next day he told the gaffer [foreman; boss] that next Monday he would not start till one a.m. The man reasoned with him, offering him even double-time, but Murdigan was adamant. The gaffer gave in, as Murdigan was an experienced blaster in setting the detonators...

Some years later he visited Glasgow, and attended the Gaelic Fellowship Meeting in Partick Highland Free Church on Friday evening. After a number of speakers had their say, Mr Campbell said he was now going to call on one whom he had never heard... before – Murdo Macleod from carloway. The text was in similar vein to this own pet text. So when Murdigan got up he said that there was a day when he would gladly speak to that text, but today he would walk a hundred miles if he were to get in it what he got in it then. But he said that this was the lot of the Christian as he journeyed through the wilderness, even as the Psalmist says: "They mount up to heaven, they go again to the depths; their soul is melted because of trouble. They reel to and fro, and stagger like drunken men, and are at their wits' end. Then they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and He bringeth them out of their distresses. He maketh the storm a calm so that the waves thereof are still. Then they are glad because they are quiet. So He bringeth them unto their desired haven." Psalm 107: 26-30

Although Murdigan never lost his strong faith, he discovered that "the land whither ye go to possess it, is a land of hills and valleys." In his last years he was confined to his house. I often visited him during these years, and each time I came away refreshed in my soul, as I was made aware that the presence of Him, who dwelt in the bush, was with this man. Many of us failed to understand him, but we thank the Lord for the numrous blessings experienced in his fellowship."

"An Cor"

Mr Macaulay unfolds the conversion of "An Cor", from Garenin – a fascinating township of black houses (traditional thatched island dwellings) abandoned in 1973 and in recent years splendidly restored as a piece of local heritage; theme-park it might be, but that long-ago culture of tiny drystone walled cottages with 'the partition' between public space and sleeping space, as recalled by Mr Macaulay, is still most apparent; and the intensity, intimacy and warmth of the lives of those people united in the simplicity and material poverty of rural Lewis sixty years ago.

The years 1923 and 1924 saw destitution in Lewis and massive emigration to Canada and the USA; when the Great Depression came, many returned to their native island rather than starve in the slums and the Dustbowl. 'An Cor's experience is engaging because of the gentle merriment apparent in many gatherings during that remarkable time in Lewis.

"Another most interesting character that emerged from darkness at the revival was John Macleod of 7 Garenin, better known locally as 'An Cor'. Along with so many others John emigrated to Canada in 1924. He said himelf that, when he left, a Bible was put in his case, and eight years later it was still unopened, and was left in Casper with William Macaulay of 40 Carloway.

Like so many of the Lewis lads John crossed into the United States clandestinely without a visa. Consequently, he was taken into custody. While there, a minister came to visit them and endeavoured to explain to them why they were being deported. He then offered a word of prayer, earnestly beseeching the Most High that He would take them safely back to their homes. When John heard this petition he stopped the minister's prayer, telling him that he did not want to go home. The minister, taken aback, then said, 'I shall pray then that God will prevent the authorities from deporting you.' However, with many other emigrants, the 'Cor' had to come home, I think in 1932. At that time it was customary for both members and adherents to attend the Communion season at Shawbost, especially on Sabbath as the Carloway Free Church was closed. As he said himelf, "I went, in common with others, to the Shawbost Communion, mainly to flirt with girls of my own age. I went to see a friend I had in the USA, Murchadh Iain Dhomhnaill Iain, and at bedtime there was no male who could conduct family worship in his house. Murdo said he would read a chapter and a psalm, but he would neither sing nor pray, and I could not read in Gaelic – even 'agus...' There was an old lady from Lochs in the house, and she was then 84 years old. She turned to me and said, 'Go on your knees and pray.' 'No,' said I, 'I have no prayer,' for I had never prayed in my life. Finally, after fruitless efforts to get me to conclude in prayer, the old lady concluded with prayer herself. When the rest went to bed she stayed up with myself and Murdo, and began telling us about many good Christians who were once as we were, but were later converted. She was most interesting, and indeed fascinated us. Yet, as far as I can understand my own experiences, she left no permanent impression on me beyond the fact that I had did not forget her conversation with us.'

In the autumn of 1935 heavy rain flooded the fields on his croft, and a stream that passes through these crofts carried his corn to the sea. Someone said to him that it was the Lord's judgement that had come upon him. 'A bhroinean chan eil ann ach breitheanas a thainig ort...' He replied that the Lord would be very smart if He were to catch his corn next year. ('Nithidh an Cruithfhear gu math 'smart' ma bhitheas e romham-sa an ath-bhliadhna...') By next year's harvest, he himself was converted!

Three years after the above conversation in Shawbost, in February 1936, he asked Finlay, 1 Garenin, to go with him to Shawbost on the Sabbath of the Communion. They went down to Shawbost on their bicycles. Their intention was to go to the overflow service in the church at South Shawbost (now a museum) because the minister had to hasten back in time for the serving of the tables in church in North Shawbost, and thus they would get out early. After the service he went with Domhall Thormoid Neill to his house, where they discussed the revival among the young in Carloway. John said to the cailleach (old lady of the house) that he did not believe in any of the converts but in Calum Uilleam alone. At that time Calum Uilleam (Malcolm Macleod, missionary) had been a member for seven years. In the evening John went with the rest to the church, and he recalled, 'I remember as we sat in the pew that not a single person in our pew carried a Bible. I told Domhnall Thormoid to wake me up when the service was about to end, so that I would not be left asleep in the church. Mr Campbell, Knock [Rev. William Campbell (1893-1967)] was preaching and, when I opened my eyes, he was speaking of the crown of thorns on Christ. His words drew my attention and, as he went on, they began to disturb me. On the way home that evening, one of the cyclists knocked down a Carloway woman who was wlking home, and while she was lying on the road I came from behind and passed right over her. This, in my turbulent state of mind, made matters much worse, and that night I began to pray for the first time in my life. I did not know how to pray, but my father often used to read "Pilgrim's Progress" to my mother, as she was unable to read herself. I remembered him reading the words, "A Thighearna, o mo chionta mor saor m'anam..." ("O Lord, from my great guilt deliver my soul...") I used to go down to a spot called Na Ceallan to pray, for my mind was in a turmoil. I remember one night praying there, and when I rose off my knees the burden was gone and I felt greatly relieved, so that I could now go and indulge in gambling with the boys in 1 Garenin as before, for I used to be their leader. However, when I turned to go there, as soon as I saw the light of the house the burden came back again, and I could go no further. I found myself then in the same state as before. I cried unto God, and made my way back home. A woman next door came in, and although she was not a member, she said the Truth spoke to her in the door, 'Today I must abide at thy house.' (Luke 19:5.) Then my mother told her that I was very upset, and she replied, 'This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God might be glorified thereby.' (John 11: 4)

He and his sister Effie went to the prayer meeting for the first time the same evening. After this, he happened to call in at Rob Calum's workshop, where he was accosted by Murchadh a' Ghaidheal, who said to him, 'You won't leave here until you tell us how you were converted.' The 'Tailor', next door, who happened to be there, endeavouring to help John, said, 'One thing I know, whereas I was blind now I see." (John 9: 25) Rob Calum joined in and said, 'If I were John I would have remained silent and not answered him at all, for that is what Christ did when the Pharisees questioned Him out of mere curiosity.' The 'Cor' wisely said nothing.

Once, when John had returned from the Bernera Communion, he visited the 'Tailor' 's house. The 'Tailor' loved to quiz the young converts, having two of them in his own home, one of whom would seldom stay in his own house, as he felt he could not speak freely while his father was there. His father called him 'an cu fuadaich' (the chasing dog) as he felt he was always endeavouring to take away the converts from him, and, being lame, he could not follow them elsewhere. At that time both of the 'Tailor' boys were members in full communion, Finlay having come to the prayer meeting first, and Calum Iain shortly after. They seemed to have severed almost all their connections with the world. I remember still the remark made by their brother Norman as he was listening to some speaking about the revival. Someone remarked that they were noticing a change in Duncan John – 'Tha iad ag cur umhail air Donnchadh Iain...' He replied, 'De an umhail a tha iad ag cur air, an e sgur a dh'obair a rinn e?' ('What change are they noticing? Is it that he has stopped working?) This is what he saw his own brothers had done, as they were so much taken up with following the Gospel. Returning to the 'Cor', however, the 'Tailor' asked him what proof or mark he could give him that he had enjoyed the Bernera Communion. John replied, 'I don't need any special mark for I know myself how much I enjoyed it.'

"At "An Cor"'s first Communion in Knock, in the spring of 1936, which was my first visit there also, five of us kept together from Thursday till Monday. We all had relations in Garrabost, so on Thursday night we stayed in 'Tigh Stew', Mrs MacKay being a relative of the 'Cor' and Duncan John. The 'Cor' soon became the leader, and told the people that he wanted us all to go to the morning prayer meeting which was then at eight o'clock.

The custom then was that those going to the prayer meeting would be given a cup of tea, and, on their return, have a proper breakfast. When we got to the church there was no-one there but one or two old ladies, and the late Rev. John MacSween (1910-1982) who had then begun his studies with a view to the ministry. He had come to open the church for his father, who was the church officer. He asked the 'Cor' if we had anyone who could pray, and he replied, 'Yes, Calum Iain and Finlay,' who had become members six months before. Mr MacSween then asked him if we had anyone who could precent. 'Yes,' he said, 'Duncan John here,' who had only begun following shortly before, and had never precented in public. So Mr MacSween himself took the meeting and Duncan John the singing, with both the Macdonalds engaging in prayer. Duncan told us later that, as he was precenting, he was afraid that at any moment Rev. Mr Maciver would walk down the aisle and find him precenting when he was not yet a member. Every morning we had to attend the prayer meeting at eight o'clock. In the afternoon we went to Calum Beag's house in Garrabost, and he decided to make each of us ask a blessing or give thanks in turn. At the first meal he pounced on 'An Cor', who began well, but was soon at a loss for words. Duncan burst out laughing, and others followed, and so the grace ended without even an 'Amen'.

On Friday evening we went for worship to 'Tigh stew' (MacKay) and who came in but Tormod Sona... He held a short evening worship, and as we were leaving each of us shook hands with those staying behind. Tormod Sona, looking at the sparkling eyes of the 'Cor', said to him, ' Cha chreid mi nach 'eil an Chruithfhear anns an da shuil agad.' ('I think I can see the Creator in your two eyes.') As soon as we were outside the door the 'Cor' raised his hands above his head and exclaimed, 'B'fhearr leam sud na deich mile not...' ('I'd rather have that than ten thousand pounds...') He was sure that, because it came from Tormod Sona, his salvation was assured! Some years later, after the war, I asked him, 'What will Tormod Sona's mark do for you now?' 'Nothing at all,' he replied, 'I need a greater than Tormod Sona.'

After leaving 'Tigh Stew', we intended going to three neighbouring houses of Calum Beag's to hold worship. The 'Cor' could sing to one tune, 'Stornoway', and before we went into the first house we saw him running up to the top of a pile of shingle, and there attempting to sing... He could only sing this tune to the last three verses of Psalm 72. He thought he could manage, so in he went. Calum Iain took the worship, and said we would sing the last three verses of Psalm 72. Someone sniggered, and the 'Cor', instead of precenting, passed the Bible to Duncan John! We had worship in three houses singing the same verses, and hoping the 'Cor' would sing as well as he did on the pile of shingle, but each time his courage failed him. We slept every night in Calum Beag's house, and the fellowship with this Christian couple was something never to be forgotten. Calum Iain had full assurance of faith, and I often wondered at the love he felt for the Second Person, even more than for the Father or the Holy Spirit. He seldom felt troubled by doubts, yet just as seldom reached the heights of Pisgah; but, like Enoch, he walked with God, and was not, for God took him.

On one of the afternoons the 'Cor' left us to visit relations in Sheshader – Tigh Iain Dhomh' Ruaidh. When the 'Cor' arrived the house was full of visitors, all women. The elder's son, who was a sailor, and did not go to church, was at home, and at lunch he laid his hand on the 'Cor', and placed him at the head of the table, saying he must ask God for a blessing on the food. Poor 'Cor' felt as if the world was sinking under his feet. Somehow he got through the ordeal, and when he had said his 'Amen' he began to see stars – 'Chunnaic mi na h'uile nithean a bha air a bhord 'nam buaileagan!' – as he realised that he also had to return thanks at the end of the meal. After the meal, before going to church, each person had to wash their face and hands in a basin beyond the partition. There were no bathrooms then. When the 'Cor' went down to wash his face, a small old woman from Ness put her hand on his shoulder and said to him, 'Fear not, you did very well; and the Lord will bless you for it.' This greatly encouraged him, and he always had a soft spot for this Ness lady since that day.

Some time later, when Rev. John Morrison was inducted to Cross, the 'Cor' and Duncan and many others went there by bus. After the service, when they were back on the bus, the 'Cor' noticed the small Ness woman and up he shot, saying, 'A chailleach bheag!' ('The little old lady!') and went out of the bus to greet her, putting his two arms round her. He had not forgotten the comfort she gave him in Sheshader.

I was once coming from the prayer meeting at Carloway with John and he appeared to be very dejected in his spirit which was most unusual for him. Having noticed this, I asked him what was troubling him. He would not tell me, and as he hummed and hawed I tumbled to the real cause of his dejection. So I asked him if it was the passage read in the prayer meeting that troubled him, especially 2 John: 10. "If there come any unto you, and bring not this doctrine, receive him not into your house, neither bid him God speed..." Had he seen this text in English the meaning would have been quite plain, but in Gaelic he misunderstood it. "Ma thig neach air bith do 'ur n-ionnsuidh angus nach toir e an teagasg seo leis, na gabhaidh e steach do 'ur tigh, agus na abraibh ris, gu 'n soirbhich leat.' He understood this to mean that anyone who could not understand this doctrine was to be rejected. His bonds were quickly loosed as he understood the import of the passage about heretical teaching.

In 1938 he was on a merchant ship which happened to call at Glasgow. He met his cousin, Duncan John, there and they went to the Partick Highland Free Church prayer meeting. When coming out, Mr Campbell (Rev. Murdo Campbell: 1900-1974) shook hands with everyone in passing. Not knowing John, he asked him if he was a member and John said he was. Mr Campbell then said, 'I won't forget you next time, friend.' This did not worry John as he was sailing soon, and he said to himself, 'It will be a long time before there will be a next time.' However, next Thursday Duncan was surprised when he saw John coming to the prayer meeting, and asked him what went wrong. 'Oh!' he said. 'The captain came to me with all my papers and told me the boat had to call at New York, and all the crew had to go ashore. As I had been deported I would not be allowed to go ashore, so that is why I am here.' When they came out of the prayer meeting John said to Duncan, 'I couldn't sing, nor listen to a word read or spoken: all I heard was, 'I won't forget you next time, I won't forget you next time,' ' – and of course Mr Campbell didn't!

Later John was at the Fellowship Meeting in Shawbost but did not expect to have his name called; yet there were so many away in the Forces that his name was called. The text was 2 Corinthians 5:17, 'Therefore if any man be in Christ he is a new creature...' The first thing John aid was, 'Chan 'eil duine seo is fhearr a bhruidhneas air a cheisd seo na mise,'; ('no one here can speak to this text better than I.' It was obvious to all who knew him that what he said was not what he meant, for to place himself above other speakers was entirely alien to his character. What he meant was that the change in his life was so obvious that, because of the darkness of his former life, and of his antagonism to the Gospel, all who knew him could clearly see the change, because he was now a new creature.

When the final call came to go to his Master, the last words he uttered were, 'To be with Christ is far better' (Philippians1:23), and we assuredly believe he is now there. We greatly miss him, but we believe that for him 'to die is gain'.

In trying to depict these three characters [Murdigan; Duncan Macphail; 'An Cor'] words fail me to give a true picture of them, for no one can convey the beaming countenances, the flashing eyes, the peculiar gestures; the shaking of the head, and above all the bubbling life that exuded from their very presence to become so infectious that all present were stimulated so as to be conscious that a Greater than man or angel was in their midst. 'For where two or three are gathered together in My name, there am I in the midst of them.' Matthew 18: 20.

Rev. John Maciver passed to his eternal rest on 13th March 1946 at the age of 59, greatly mourned and loved, not only in his own congregation, but also in the whole island, and indeed throughout the Church..."

(Excerpted and slightly edited from "The Burning Bush in Carloway: Its History and Revivals", by Rev Murdo MacAulay.)

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