The Gate to the Kingdom. In the small, silent chamber, by that fading candlelight, the archbishop read and reread the letter which had come to him from his nephew…
In his mind’s eye he could see the sails of the ships which would, one bright Spring morning, appear on the Firth of Clyde. Sails which would bear the crossed keys symbol of St. Peter – the keys of the kingdom. Ships which would be packed with Catholic soldiers who would swarm onto this rock and from it reclaim the realm of Scotland for the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church. From the depths of his heart and soul, John Hamilton, Archbishop of St. Andrews, Primate of Scotland, prayed for that day. Long into that night he prayed. “…and upon this rock I will build my Church; and the gates of hell shall not overcome it.” Alexander Tait is the pen name of Billy Scobie, of Balloch
In his mind’s eye he could see the sails of the ships which would, one bright Spring morning, appear on the Firth of Clyde. Sails which would bear the crossed keys symbol of St. Peter – the keys of the kingdom. Ships which would be packed with Catholic soldiers who would swarm onto this rock and from it reclaim the realm of Scotland for the One, Holy, Catholic and Apostolic Church. From the depths of his heart and soul, John Hamilton, Archbishop of St. Andrews, Primate of Scotland, prayed for that day. Long into that night he prayed. “…and upon this rock I will build my Church; and the gates of hell shall not overcome it.” Alexander Tait is the pen name of Billy Scobie, of Balloch