I Made It!
People have asked me, what was it like? It was a wonderful experience, but not easy.
People have asked me, what was it like? It was a wonderful experience, but not easy.
In the expanse of the cathedral in Meaux, France, we began our pilgrimage with a prayer by Keri K. Wehlander: “We are always Beginners. So, let us go with curiosity and with courage, with vision and vigour. Let us journey beyond these opening doors.”
I felt like a real pilgrim. The morning was cold and heavy with fog. I wasn’t dressed warmly enough and I shivered as we waited for the ferry that would take us to the Isle of Iona.
As I walked through the echoing sanctuary of St. Giles Kirk in Edinburgh, Scotland, I tried to imagine the riot.
It seemed like John Knox’s life was never to be one of peace and safety. It’s no wonder so many of his portraits and statues depict a fierce man, his beard nearly bristling with passion.
John Knox’s life is the stuff of historical television dramas—full of murder, politics and ecclesiastical power struggles.
John Knox’s life is the stuff of historical television dramas—full of murder, politics and ecclesiastical power struggles.
I sat in a quiet village in Switzerland in the footprint of a lost city.
The city of Geneva has not forgotten John Calvin. His name appears on street signs, plaques and bottles of beer (along with the slogan “in birae predestines.”)
I can see why John Calvin wanted to come to Strasbourg. Calvin described himself as “a man of the country and a lover of shade and leisure.” He was seeking, he wrote, a place where he could enjoy, “unknown, in some corner, the quiet long denied me.”
Notre-Dame de Noyon stands only a street away from the site of Calvin’s childhood home. He would have grown up with the sound of the church’s bells
and the shadow of its towers.
What must it be like, I wondered, to found a church on the ashes of your brethren? To keep the faith at such a cost? To try to forgive other Christians who condemned your friends as heretics?
It was an intimidating place to begin a pilgrimage. Standing beneath the arches of Saint-Étienne Cathedral in Meaux, France, I felt like I was lost in some great, petrified forest.
photos by Katie and Michael Munnik “We are pilgrims on a journey and companions on the road.” – Richard Gillard, Brother, Sister, Let Me Serve You […]