My Feet Are Raw, My Body Is Weary

Brothers and sisters: Christ will be magnified in my body, whether by life or by death. For to me life is Christ, and death is gain. If I go on living in the flesh, that means fruitful labor for me. And I do not know which I shall choose. I am caught between the two.  I long to depart this life and be with Christ, for that is far better. Yet that I remain in the flesh is more necessary for your benefit. Only, conduct yourselves in a way worthy of the gospel of Christ. ~2 Phil 1:20c-24, 27a

The past two days have been very special to me as I anticipate the completion of the pilgrimage to Santiago to venerate the tomb of the apostle Saint James in order to honor him, because he gave his life for Christ rather than deny the faith. My prayers have focused on the Iraqi Christians and other Christians in the Middle East who are faced with a decision to surrender everything rather than deny the faith.

The road into Portomarin three days ago was very precarious with so many rocks on the path of descent. My feet suffered greatly and I have blisters on the pads of my feet under my toes. Two days ago it so slowed me down so that I began to notice the beauty of the walk. I took a picture of a little mushroom embedded in a tree trunk. A newborn calf, all sorts of flowers… My slow camino these past two days has also made me think about entering Santiago. When I think about it I get very teary-eyed. This is such a privilege to have walked a month in the footsteps of so many faithful Catholics who have made this pilgrimage for over 1000 years.