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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Tuesday, August 13, 2002
    Iona folk
    Today I tried to help a couple contemplating marriage find a way through various churchy barriers, wielded a pickaxe to try to get through some concrete in the graveyard ahead of tomorrow's burial, began to think about Sunday's sermon, mucked about with my new website and made plans to meet friends at Greenbelt. I also completed a questionnaire about my membership of the Iona Community, for someone researching a dissertation in social anthropology, with a focus on the "Iona experience".

    I owe my Iona experience to Greenbelt, where in the mid-1980s I first encountered the Community's rootsy worship. And then in 1992 I went on the first Greenbelt 'pilgrimage' to Iona, instantly loved the beauty of the place and was deeply moved by the 'integrated' worship and vision, because it brought together many strands in my life previously disassociated - spirituality and justice, work and worship etc - and so creatively.

    Over the subsequent decade I committed myself to the Community's 'rule' - of prayer and bible study, accounting to other members for my use of time, money and action for justice and peace, and meeting together regularly. It's a source of strength for me, at times a struggle, and at other times - you guessed it - yet another kiss of life.