“Tartan Mountain” Acrylic on Canvas, Deborah Stephan
Over the past couple of months, the subject of ‘pilgrimage’ has been on my mind. I have started to do research on the subject for an art show I will offer in April. I have been thinking about my own life as I read about the Camino, about the Celtic monks founding Iona, and about the men and women who travelled out of the cities to have a quiet life before God: the Desert Mother and father. I consider Abraham’s pilgrimage and that of Moses. I also consider the journeys of Hagar, Diana, Deborah and Anna. I ask, what would it have been like to be Lydia with her journey into business in that day, what was her path, and of Junia, almost unmentioned as a female apostle, about Priscilla and her husband’s growth toward leadership?
I begin to notice the many pilgrimages of my own life. Some are as dramatic and life changing for the people I love as the escape from my first marriage. I traversed prairies and mountains. (Perhaps this is where the “Tartan Mountains” painting came from. It also reminds me of my son snowboarding.) Others are lesser journeys of faith: a retreat, a conference, a walk on the seawall. Actually, my whole life could be considered a pilgrimage with various companions along the way.
Today, as I consider Mary and Joseph’s journey as I read about the Camino with its hostels for pilgrims, I think about theirs as a deeper walk of faith as there was no room for them at the inn.
I recently discovered a new podcast which has become one of my spiritual disciplines as I look to the journey of another year of faith
Merry Christmas Everyone! Enjoy the day. The Light has come and I want to pass it on by recommending a new podcast:
#22 The Scandalous Christmas