A Seminarian Reflects: Noah Stansbury
Over the past few years, I’ve met several friends who have made their pilgrimage on the Camino de Santiago, some of them more than once. They always talk about what an inspiring experience it is. They talk about what it’s like to travel hundreds of kilometers by foot, in that most ancient and maybe most human way of travel. They talk about having time to be with themselves and with God, and enjoying the natural beauty of Spain. They talk about the alternating periods of solitude and of walking with people they’ve met along the way. Of course, they talk about arriving in Santiago at the end of it all, and giving thanks for the ways, however small, that they are different at the end of the journey than at the beginning. And I’ve noticed that the beginning of the journey often gets left out of the story. It’s easy to talk in clichés about the journey being more important than the destination, but we all came from somewhere, didn't we?
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