Could've Used A Spell Checker

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 !"