The consequences of the wrong term

["MacDonald, Stephen" <Stephen -dot- MacDonald -at- Aspect -dot- com>]

** MONKS IN A FUNK
 
 In an ancient monastery, a new monk arrived to
 dedicate his life to God and to join the others
 copying ancient records. The first thing he noticed
 was that they were copying by hand books that had
 already been copied by hand.
 
 He had to speak up. "Forgive me, Father Justinian,
 but copying other copies by hand allows many chances
 for error. How do we know we aren't copying someone
 else's mistakes? Are they ever checked against the
 originals?"
 
 Father Justinian was startled. No one had ever
 suggested that before. "Well, that is a good point,
 my son. I will take one of these latest books down to
 the vault and study it against its original
 document."
 
 He went deep into the vault where no one else was
 allowed to enter and started to study. The day
 passed, and it was getting late in the evening.
 
 The monks were getting worried about Father
 Justinian. Finally one monk started making his way
 through the old vault, and as he began to think he
 might get lost, he heard sobbing. "Father Justinian,"
 he called.
 
 The sobbing grew louder as he came closer. He finally
 found the old priest sitting at a table with the new
 copy and the original ancient book in front of him.
 It was obvious that Father Justinian had been crying
 for a long time.
 
 "Oh, my Lord," sobbed Father Justinian, "the word is
 'celebrate'!"