Bittersweet leaving of Iona this new day. I’m off to another Holy Island in another country, Lindisfarne, a place to whence (love using the Brit words) I’ve wanted to pilgrimage for nearly thirty years.
So I’ll have one last bowl of porridge, then take a ferry, drive across Mull Island to take another ferry to Oban, then drive across Scotland to England, timing our drive to cross the causeway to Lindisfarne with the low tide or there will be a long wait till the next low tide.
For whatever God has next in store.
House of Grace 