Pilgrimage

Friends of mine are about to leave on a pilgrimage to Ireland so I'm reading In Search of Sacred Places by Daniel Taylor. I hope this isn't a metaphor for my life - others do and I read about it. It would have been great to go with them but all my extra income these days is going to pay off vet bills and mechanic bills. The van is in the shop again for the second time in about a month and this time it is going to be very expensive. But Robbie continues to improve and I've decided to keep some perspective. If my little guy is well then everything else is okay too.

Anyway, back to more spiritual matters. Taylor says that the Celts recognized three kinds of martyrdom: red, green and white. Red martyrdom was death by the shedding of blood. Green martyrdom was living as a hermit. White martyrdom was to let the winds and the tides take you where ever God wanted you to go. It was a decision "to be a peregrinatio - a wanderer for God." (p. 29)

That is what I hope these peregrinations are helping me with, my inner pilgrimage with God.

Lent - Day 25

"Here I am in an empty church. In it, between the rows of pews, on the tile floor, under the silent cross, I walk along a boundary, a place in between heaven and earth. The Celts call it thin space. Some places are thinner than others..."

Nora Gallagher, Things Seen and Unseen