Scotland is a lovely country. I was visiting there about fifteen years ago, and I went on the West Highland railway line to a town called Oban, where some of my ancestors came from. From there I boarded a ferry and eventually spent a brief 24 hours on the tiny island of Iona. That’s the spiritual home of the Iona Community, whose songs we often sing. Iona is a stunningly beautiful place. I loved walking around, seeing where the ancient kings of Scotland were buried, walking through the Abbey with its altar of green marble, a rock which is found only there. It was June (remember, that’s summer over there!) and even the weather was absolutely glorious—well, it did rain a little bit; but after all, it is Scotland.
When twilight was falling, I went to the Abbey chapel for evening prayer. I was looking forward a quiet prayerful service in this medieval chapel, the perfect end to a perfect day.
I took my seat in the dimly-lit church. Not long now.
I waited (the service seemed to be a bit late starting).
So I took the opportunity to pray. As you do.
I started to feel quite peaceful. Just waiting. Continue reading