Showing posts with label Preparations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Preparations. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Preparations
I prepare for this pilgrimage in all sorts of ways. Two years ago, I began walking. I used to walk 2.5 miles from home to the nearest bus stop, and take the bus into work. My companion, Peter, and I have taken very long walks through the quiet back roads south of Manchester, Michigan. The walk I enjoy the most is the 4 mile walk to church on Sunday mornings. I've done that a dozen or so times over the last couple of years. This past Sunday, I did not see a soul until I was less than 1/2 mile from church. The birds flitted about. The occasional dog gave me a greeting. I heard the crazy improv rhythms of a wood pecker and crows puffing chests at each other over territory high in the trees. To have the privilege of a bit over an hour before church filled with the quiet crunch of shoe on gravel and mind wandering from prayer to hymn fragment to wife to kids to prayer to . . .well now, that is preparation indeed.
Friday, March 16, 2012
The Northern Route itinerary
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Mystery and Longing . . .
On Monday, May 21st, Peter Harris and I will wake
up early, re-pack our packs from the nights stay in Irum, say a brief prayer and cast off into the devotion
to mystery and longing that is my Camino.
I had dreamed of this morning for three years. With great and good intention, I cast myself
into a rather daunting unknown: a 500 mile walk across northern Spain. For the next 40 days I’ll wake every morning
and set out looking to match steps, to fall into line with, the One who says “I
am the Way”. The gospel writer John
recounts that after encountering Jesus, Philip looked for his friend Nathanael and said, “Come and see.” The stories of the Camino I have read so
endlessly for the last three years have too beckoned me to “Come and see.” In my fears about the physical strain, the
language barriers, living so closely with a companion for 40 days, I take
comfort from the story. When Nathanael finally meets Jesus, Jesus says, “I saw
you while you were still under the fig tree before Philip called you.” I go to meet One who already knows me, who
has been shaping me through family, wife, friends, church, and synagogue for many long years, who has been preparing me for this very
time. I just hope I recognize the moment
when it comes . . .
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