If there was ever a bunch of pilgrimage groupies, that has been us. We’ve been following Philip’s progress across Spain every night, moving an arrow along the map in our book, we’ve been reading in the morning about what kind of day it looked like he was going to have and have even checked the weather.
I think we’ve participated in the Camino as much as we possibly could without actually walking the whole ‘Camino Frances’. He’s sent photos and we’ve been in touch. We left out our hiking boots to remind us that we were still pilgrims, in a way, too.
Through some amazingly grace-filled circumstances (and generous parents) I was able to go out to meet Philip in Santiago de Compostela at the end of his 500 mile walk. It felt like a very precious gift.
We went to Mass in the Cathedral packed with pilgrims and breathed the incense of the huge Botafumeiro and we looked for scallop shells on the beaches of Fisterra. We watched the sun set from the lighthouse at the westernmost tip of Spain. We drank wine and ate tapas with pilgrims from different countries. It was wonderful.
I probably could have been mistaken for a person who had just walked the Camino, wearing hiking boots and carrying a backpack and doing lots of things that pilgrims were doing. But actually, I wasn’t really a pilgrim in the sense that others were. I hadn’t joined in their struggle to get there, or been anywhere near as vulnerable.
At home, my job is about co-ordinating an internship scheme that encourages youth participation in the church. I’ve been thinking, the last few weeks, that I don’t really like the word ‘participation’; that for me, the word has connotations of following the rules, fitting in the with norm, joining in the ways things are usually done. I’ve been trying to think of a better word.
The more I’ve thought about it, however, my dislike of the word has changed. I’ve remembered that Jesus used the analogy of being part of an organic vine to describe the interconnectedness of God and people, and that, more than once, he said ‘come and see’ to people who were searching. Come and see what things look like from where I am standing, come and experience this life for yourself.
Several years later, when Paul was trying to explain this way of Jesus, he often used language that was about participation. I have to confess that some of it is still quite mysterious to me. I imagine Paul, sitting hippie-like and cross-legged on a beach, when he came up with phrases like being ‘in Christ’, ‘through the life of Christ’ and ‘alive to God through Christ’. Being a Christian for him was about participating in the life of Jesus, jumping with joy into that river of faith and seeing where it might take you.
Perhaps this is a teeny tiny bit of the rebel in me, but I still don’t feel drawn to participate in institutions or classes or even causes. I do, however, feel drawn to really participate with others in the life of Jesus, worked out in the way of the cross, through faithfulness, vulnerability and love. To be a pilgrim and not to just act like one.
Hi Karen and thanks for this article – it was great to see the photos as well as be inspired by your words.
It got me thinking about what participation is. The dictionary defines participate as “to be involved, to take part, to join” – but this is, by definition, only a partial thing – it is not about fully embracing and being consumed by something.
Full on the other hand is defined as, “containing or holding as much as possible, having no empty space, being complete”.
So, for us as disciples I guess the aim is to be `full’ rather than participating. And, for the young people we have the privilege to serve, perhaps our hope is that they would be `full’ too – but we need to start somewhere so partial is better than not at all!
Keep up the good work 🙂
Thanks, Colin. Wise words!
it feels really special to share in this wonderful experience, something I imagine you will all treasure for a very long time.
The journey goes on, this time with many “highs” by what you have written.
There is something special about a pilgrimage, significant in so many ways.
I love the photos, footprints in the sand and the scallop shells especially.
Thank you, Olwyn.
A slightly less serious comment – I’m curious as to whether Philip got a commemorative tattoo or not!
🙂 no- but they were on offer!
Can I come next time..
Thank you Karen for sharing this. Although you weren’t physically doing the pilgrimage it was as much a pilgrimage time for you as well, spritually walking the way with the boys and sharing the highs and lows. The photos give us a glimpse of an experience you will all treasure for a lifetime.
Thank you, Rosemary