As I walked intentionally toward Santiago
unknowingly, I moved away from life
as I had lived it.
As I climbed mountains,
towards my vulnerabilities.
As my suffering body limped painfully along the path,
my curious imagination
grew more flexible.
As I drank liters of water to hydrate my body each day,
my spirit sought thirstily
for a seemingly elusive oasis.
As I faithfully recorded my thoughts and experiences,
invisible understandings of Reality
were being erased.
Orientation towards Compostela was unwavering.
Whenever there was a choice of which way to go,
lovingly placed yellow arrows pointed towards my pilgrimage goal.
I followed them
all the way
to the Cathedral of St. James.
Even now, I remember with relief and gratitude the joy of arriving.
“I made it!
Where am I?” I asked as I prayed in the sanctuary.
I still cannot find the place
on the map
entitled, My Former Life!
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Pilgrim arriving in Santiago de Compostela, Spain Photo credit: ©Timothy Charles Geoffrion
“… this one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead,
I press on toward the goal for the prize of the heavenly call of God in Christ Jesus.”
Philippians 3:13b-14 (NRSV)
Remember in God’s presence
a time when you thought you knew “where you were going,”
but you ended up somewhere else.
Ask to be given more understanding.
When it comes,