James Marston
St. Botolph's Church at Iken
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A friend of mine messaged me this week. I was expecting an invitation to a sumptuous meal in his garden or the suggestion of a pub lunch, or even a summons to drinks and nibbles.
But instead my friend pointed me into the direction of a forthcoming zoom group chat I might be interested in.
Would I like, my friend wondered, to investigate becoming a friar. Maybe it is my portly disposition, or my carriage in a cassock, or even my resemblance to high living and jolly friars of folklore that he thought I might like to don the habit.