This past week I have spent an enormous amount of time on the road. First with five screaming, laughing uncontrollably, giggly and rambunctious-gotta-stop-again-and-use-the-bathroom teen age girls cramped into one itty bitty space! I am glad to be alive!
Then a second trip took me back into Alberta country, into the beautiful and exciting town of Banff where I was able to meet up with a good friend for a couple days of R&R.
An interesting thing happened one day while I sat in the mall food court having just stuffed my face with some delicious Japanese food. I noticed an old man who was smiling at me. Or at least I thought it was me and sure enough when I turned around to see if there was someone else behind me there was no one. He smiled again and then made a B-line for the empty chair across from me. Jack Lee he said as he sat down univited. He was 72 years old and was born and raised in Canada. His grandfather was one of the first people to set foot on Canadian soil from China back in the early 1800's. In fact his grandfather and his father after him both came to Canada as stow-a-ways in the bottom of commercial ships. The journey of his forefathers fascinated me and he told his story with deep reverence. Before I knew it an hour had zipped by. I figured that this was too good an opportunity to pass up so I asked him about matters of faith. He is a devout Christian who attends a United Church in Calgary. As I got up to leave he blessed me in the name of God and shook my hand like nobodies business.
Today at a funeral service I listened to the stories of a man who moved here right after the 2 World War from Germany. Tough times, yes, but he just kept moving, building, growing until he was done and he went on to his reward.
Pilgrimage; one foot in front of the other followed by the same thing over and over again. Seems like going somewhere is quite a strong and deeply felt unction in the heart of human kind. Everybody seems to be going somewhere.
God reminds us in Psalm 85. Blessed are those whose strength is in you, who have set their hearts on pilgrimage.
We're moving; we'’re moving on to God; we'’re moving in the right direction. Someone once wrote, "A monument only says' "at least I got this far" while a footprint says, "This is where I was when I moved again". Keep going.
The Christian life is meant to be done on the move. It is meant to be a pilgrimage, a journey for a lifetime. Are you moving these days? How's your road trip going?
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3 comments:
This is a nice story. I think that I should have been born with your temperament, so I could have this easiness in meeting people and hearing their stories. I would love to meet with, listen to and write the stories of non-Europeans who have immigrated to Canada. Especially those who came near the very beginning. Life was very difficult, especially for Asians who came here to build the railway, leaving loved ones behind, and many never seeing them again, because the government did not pay their passage back, nor would they allow them to bring their families here. People have been through so much, and we know nothing of these hardships.
Great blog! You definitely do have an amazing gift for encouraging people to open up and share their stories! Thanks for sharing a couple of those stories!
Nice to have the real REVKEV back instead of weird ads!!
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