Saint Columba, Nessie, and the power of the Cross

One of the highlights of my Easter holiday to Scotland was a visit to Loch Ness. Though I did not see Nessie, the beauty of the loch itself was worth the somewhat out of the way drive:

Surrounded as it is by forests and hills, and despite being a place of tranquility and beauty, Loch Ness is a place that, if it doesn't have a monster, feels as if it should have a monster. Imagine my surprise, then, when the priest who was showing me around his beloved land told me that Saint Columba (who died on June 9, 597)  himself is said to have encountered Nessie.

The tale is recorded in Adamnan's The Life of St. Columba and is available over at Fish Eaters:

On another occasion also, when the blessed man was living for some days in the province of the Picts, he was obliged to cross the river Nesa; and when he reached the bank of the river, he saw some of the inhabitants burying an unfortunate man, who, according to the account of those who were burying him, was a short time before seized, as he was swimming, and bitten most severely by a monster that lived in the water; his wretched body was, though too late, taken out with a hook, by those who came to his assistance in a boat.

The blessed man, on hearing this, was so far from being dismayed, that he directed one of his companions to swim over and row across the coble that was moored at the farther bank.

And Lugne Mocumin hearing the command of the excellent man, obeyed without the least delay, taking off all his clothes, except his tunic, and leaping into the water.

But the monster, which, so far from being satiated, was only roused for more prey, was lying at the bottom of the stream, and when it felt the water disturbed above by the man swimming, suddenly rushed out, and, giving an awful roar, darted after him, with its mouth wide open, as the man swam in the middle of the stream.

Then the blessed man observing this, raised his holy hand, while all the rest, brethren as well as strangers, were stupefied with terror, and, invoking the name of God, formed the saving sign of the cross in the air, and commanded the ferocious monster, saying, "Thou shalt go no further, nor touch the man; go back with all speed." Then at the voice of the saint, the monster was terrified, and fled more quickly than if it had been pulled back with ropes, though it had just got so near to Lugne, as he swam, that there was not more than the length of a spear-staff between the man and the beast.

Then the brethren seeing that the monster had gone back, and that their comrade Lugne returned to them in the boat safe and sound, were struck with admiration, and gave glory to God in the blessed man. And even the barbarous heathens, who were present, were forced by the greatness of this miracle, which they themselves had seen, to magnify the God of the Christians (Chapter XXVIII).

As you can tell, the legend of the Loch Ness Monster goes back quite a long time.