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Normally, I write these blog posts at home, in front of my computer. But this one is coming to you from my mobile phone, sitting on a little wooden bench in front of a pilgrim hostal in the little town of Zubiri, Navarra, Spain. For the next month, I am a pilgrim.

I've left the comforts of home to walk eight hours a day on the Camino de Santiago, the Way of St. James. I started two days ago in France and, God willing, by the second week of October I will have walked almost the whole width of Spain, 500 miles, to Santiago de Compostela--legend has it the tomb of St. James the Apostle.

Why would I do such a thing? Because, like all of us, I am on a journey. To find God and to meet myself in the process.

That may sound odd, coming from a Catholic deacon. Haven't I already met God?

Of course.

But our spiritual life is a journey toward meeting him more completely...ultimately in Eternity, face to face, but ever more here and now. 

This is part of our call as Christians: to be a pilgrim people. Always aware that we have yet to reach our destination.

That is part of why I am on this physical journey...to remind myself of this fact. It is easy to become complacent, to feel as if you have 'arrived'. I have been blessed with my faith, with my vocation and with my family. But, as Christians, we are called to be seekers.

How does one meet God? To give an example, as I was writing this post a man from Santo Domingo in the Dominican Republic sat down next to me and started talking. At first I thought he was interrupting my 'work'...but I stopped and listened. 

After some initial small talk about our experiences so far, he began to talk about the reasons for his journey. He had three spinal surgeries in the last year and is a recovering addict in Narcotics Anonymous. He is walking because he is on step 11 of his twelve step program: seeking the will of his Higher Power and following it. He will be celebrating 5 years of sobriety on October 3rd.

After his first back surgery, he had the crazy inspiration to walk the Camino and, though it seemed impossible at the time, he knew it was an inspiration from God. He started planning.

Yesterday, he walked across the Pyrenees.

He sought and he found. He described to me an experience he had on the mountain of about 2-3 minutes of amazing joy: God had touched his heart in a special way. He told me that even if everthing now goes wrong and he has to go back to Santo Domingo tomorrow, those two minutes were enough to carry him for the rest of his life.

Are you looking for God like he is?

"Seek and you shall find" says the Lord in the Gospels. "Knock and the door will be opened to you." I pray that each one of you becomes one who seeks the face of our God!