A monk his entire adult life, Brother Andrew was responsible for training
new scribes in the art of copying by hand -- word for word -- the holy
writs. One day an eager new scribe, Brother Jonathan, asked if anyone had
ever made a mistake.
"Oh no," said Brother Andrew. "These words have always been correctly
copied from generation to generation." Skeptical, Brother Jonathan asked
Brother Andrew how he knew. "My son," said Brother Andrew as he shuffled
off toward the monastery's library, "let me get you the first volume ever
written, and you will see that it is just as correct today as it was then."
Many hours passed. Finally Brother Jonathan decided he had better check on
the elderly monk. At the library, he spotted Brother Andrew sitting alone
in a candle-lit corner, tears running down his wrinkled cheeks. "What's the
matter?" Brother Jonathan asked.
"I can't believe it," Brother Andrew responded, his voice quivering with
emotion. "The word is celebrate. Cel-e-BRATE!"