A BAD MEMORY
There was in Lochcarron a gracious woman, one of the excellent of the earth, who was afflicted with a bad memory. Her inability to carry away with her the precious things she heard as she sat under Mr. Lachlan’s ministry caused her great distress. Deeply dejected in mind, she went to make her case known to the minister. Having heard what she had to say, the worthy man, in order to break the snare and to impress upon her the superior blessing of receiving fresh supplies of grace to the possession of a good memory, took the following way to reassure her. “Take,” said he, “a bottle. Fill it with fresh water, cork it and lay it aside carefully. Take another bottle. Put it in the clachan burn (the village stream), and leave it uncorked so that as the water flows into it it flows out again. Go back at the end of a year and examine the bottles, and you will find that the water in the bottle which flowed out as it flowed in is fresh, whereas the water in the bottle which did not lose a drop is rotten.”
Extracted from Additional Lectures, Sermons and Writings of Rev. Lachlan MacKenzie of Lochcarron.