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The Sacred Art of Travelling

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Deborah Masel

Wilderness rises like water and we want to surge forth, like a wave, an army, like silver river fish flying to the sea. From God’s Mountain to Promised Land, a three day journey, as the eagle flies. We have tarried at Your holy mount long enough. The lessons are learned, the day of the Lord is come. Release us now, let us set forth, to conquer! In one triumphant desert sweep, lead us to the land of plenty where we can be Your people and You shall be our God.

Arise O God! We want to journey, yet You have us wait, another day, another month, a year of days and months, for the cloud to lift, for the fire to lead us home. Tracing with our toes vacant circles in sand, our backs to rocky walls, our vision stopped by desert dust; we crave the blazing trail but there is only waiting, watching; wilderness. At God’s mouth we wait, upon His word, encamped in an endlessness of echoes as wilderness like water rises all about us.

Here is the heart of the matter, the quintessence of desire. We do not flee, we do not chase. Here we sit and wait with wilderness in our mouths where once was heavenly breast. Here in the stillness of the watch, in a whirl of desert wind, we sit and learn the sacred art of travelling.

 

Anthony de Mello

A rich industrialist from the North was horrified to find a Southern fisherman lying leisurely beside his boat. “Why aren’t you fishing?” asked the industrialist.

“Because I have caught enough fish for the day,” said the fisherman.

“Why don’t you catch some more?”

“What would I do with them?”

“You could earn more money,” was the reply. “With that, you could fix a motor to your boat, go into deeper waters and catch more fish. Then you would make enough money to buy nylon nets. These would bring you more fish and more money. Soon you would have enough money to own two boats . . . maybe even a fleet of boats. Then you would be a rich man like me.”

“What would I do then?”

“Then you could really enjoy life.”

“What do you think I am doing right now?’”

 

Frederick Buechner

Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.…

You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you, but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart, your mind, your stomach, because you do not just live in a world but a world lives in you….

We must be careful with our lives, for Christ’s sake, because it would seem that they are the only lives we are going to have in this puzzling and perilous world, and so they are very precious and what we do with them matters enormously…

Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace….