Day off again today, and I went with Matty and Moses to the Isle of Mull (Iona's next-door neighbour) through Fionnphort, and while walking down the road we met Hazel and Petr, two other vollies. They convinced us to walk with them another two miles or so to Camas, another one of Iona's island centres. The trouble was that we had no idea how rought the terrain was going to be once we left the road for the last mile down to the bay: bogs and mud-piles abounded. The bay was beautiful, but the Camas buildings were pretty rough. I hope the Growing Hope Appeal will make things more liveable there. Then again, some people like that level of outdoorsiness, with extremely few amenities like hot showers and toilets.
Our original group headed back to Fionnphort for a pint at the pub (Keel Row), which was quite cosy with a fireplace. Moses bought us a round of Strongbow cider, Matty got his Cocoa Pops from the corner store (since Iona's store lacks such necessities like chocolatey breakfast cereals, hair gel--brought some back for Darren--and video rentals) and we shared some Indian takeaway (tikka missala which we nuked and ate at Cul Shuna). The football game Darren organised didn't happen, as it was raining and we couldn't be bothered to play in such weather.
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The wild goose is an ancient Scottish symbol for the Holy Spirit--an appropriate envisioning of the divine presence that has driven me in Christian service from places like the Iona Community in Scotland to Gettysburg Seminary to the Lutheran Mission Society in Baltimore, Maryland (for a start). Where will I be chased to next in God's interpretation of my part of our universal call to serve? I'm finding this out, but one thing's for sure--every day serving with Christ is an adventure!
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