From the Pastor

We went to Scotland to see the Nigg Stone.  Well, not really, we went to see some family sites and do some of the usual tourist bits, but in one of the museum shops we picked up a book on Pictish stones.  Carved somewhere between the 6th and 9th Centuries, they stand from a few feet to six or eight feet tall, and are carved with intricate designs that sometimes look like that knit into Aran sweaters. One of the best is found in the little village of Nigg, on the north east coast.  We set out to find it - and did. We were intrigued by the symbols, the meaning of which no one really understands, but it was a tie to those very early Christians in this ancient place.
 
I have come to understand the beginning of a new interim as a journey to see the Nigg Stone.  There is always a surprise, a need, a gift, that each place offers and which I will find as our time together unfolds. Perhaps you will find it too.
 
I am planning to be in the office on Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday mornings – often more but those you can count on.  Stop in and say “hello”.  

 
Neta Pringle