Molly thinks the lay training in Dunoon is going brilliantly. Earlier in the month, one offered blood sacrifice. Then today, another returned from Spain bearing gifts… Tango, anyone?
Addendum: Molly says colourful foreigners are fine for an evening fling, but it’s the domestic grey you can spend the night with…
Tonight was the last of the Lent Groups on Prayer and we were down to the faithful few. It seems I’m not the only feeling a bit pressured right now. It’s been a remarkable group: new members and old, few obvious connections between them and remarkably diverse personalities. Yet each of them open to God, willing to be surprised, and (more amazing still) willing to speak of their experience. That willingness to speak of God’s intimacy is rare and precious. One can only hope that it will prove contagious.
On Tuesday, I set off for Iona — not, as you might think, in eager anticipation and delight, but with a ‘to-do’ list a mile long, increasing anxiety at the speed with which Holy Week was approaching, and impatience at the thought of having to spend another week with the clergy of Argyll (having spent three days at synod last week.) But I must repent of my grumpiness. There is much to be said for clergy being required to spend four days surrounded by beauty (and each other) despite other claims on our time. I suspect there will be more to say about the time on Iona, but for now, a self-indulgent offering of photographs.
First for Sarah — the beach where we played.
Then, for Peter — looking very much at home.
And finally, for +Martin — with thanks for bring me here.
Another local initiative.
wonderful exchange 