I am reading two books at one time--strangely they are interwoven. "The Sacred JOurney" by Charles Foster, which I am reviewing for Thomas Nelson, and "The Shell Seekers" by Rosamunde Pilcher. I ordered it after seeing it on television Hallmark with Angela Lansbury as the lead. It is all about pilgrimage.
I am reading and thinking. The idea of pilgrimage is breathtaking and absurd, at the same time. I am like so many people I know who are not finding a sense of God in the churches of today; and yet, is this all there is--old song by Peggy Lee. Penelope in The Shell Seekers is a woman who has tied herself to the past but is fiercely independent about her present. She holds on to her father's painting because it is who she is --not because of the money that it is worth for others to talk about.
The Sacred Journey is the same.
Lines:
"There is a 100% encounter rate on a pilgrimage."
"Reclaim the ability to be taken by surprise, and you'll see it there, glistening so brightly you will never believe you could have missed it."
"But what sets the pilgrim apart from the list-ticker is that he hopes, and at some level believes, that someone will hear his footsteps coming from afar, and as he approaches the threshold, that person will open the door and bid him to come in and eat.'
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