I know I'm early...but looking back on some photos from Iona, Scotland, has caused me to pause. It was a series of photos on one of the little islands in the inlet where I worked. You could walk over when the tide is low, (which I did) and wade when the tide came up (which I did for these as well). This evening a wicked storm was rolling in. And roll it did. It was beautiful when I walked out- but then this pillar cloud came right up the inlet- and the weather spun. These were of the simple cross that stands atop that hill. Some of the non-Christians that were my (beloved) workmates found the cross to be offensive.
And so, I suppose, it is.
