Genesis 12:1-9 & Luke 24:13-35Alongside walking everyday on the Camino, there was the daily challenge of finding food, which was sometimes quite tricky. Most of my evening meals were in the form of a ‘Pilgrim supper,’ being a vegetarian made my choices at times rather interesting, including a rather unforgettable, but definitely unrepeatable pickled mushroom salad, I did wonder if you should pickle a mushroom, and decided you definitely shouldn’t.One of my favourite pilgrim suppers, was when I was staying in Villafranca de Montes de Oca, not to be confused of course with Villafranca del Beirzo, another place I happened to stay on my travels.As I sat down to eat, I found myself on a table with a man from Belgium, who spoke a little bit of English but no Spanish, and a man from Spain, who spoke nothing other than Spanish. As we pondered how we were going to overcome this rather obvious language barrier, we were joined by a young lady from France, who has an Italian boyfriend, and so is able to use her knowledge of Italian to converse in Spanish, and of course had perfect English. Thus started a very enjoyable meal together, with our wonderful translator.As we began our deserts, our Spanish friend, thought it would be fun to see if we could work out what we all did for a living, asking simple questions and getting yes, no, responses in return. We started with trying to guess his occupation, it took a while, but as it turned out he was a coroner … Next it was the turn of the French lady, a professional violinist … and then it was meAs they began to ask me questions, I was becoming more and more aware of the fact that what I do, might actually be rather challenging to them, we were after all walking through a catholic country, and catholic priests are not women.It took quite some time, and a couple of hints, but finally the penny dropped, ‘are you a priest?’ Yes. My anxiety, that this would be met was abject horror, was not realised, they were all quite excited to meet a female priest as it turned out, asking lots of questions, before we finally moved on to our friend from Belgium, who maintained medical equipment.After a lovely meal, we parted, and never saw each other again.This was one of only a few times when I was asked what I did. The first time, was actually a few days before, when I was chatting to an American couple I often bumped into at my morning coffee stops, we always got chatting and one day the conversation turned to what we did in our normal lives … I said I was a priest. They were delighted to hear I was a priest, but were curious as to why I wasn’t wearing a dog collar whilst walking, after all, their priest, who had walked the Camino the previous year, and indeed had inspired and encouraged them to do the same, had done so whilst wearing a dog collar which had opened up for her all sorts of conversations along the way. People actively seeking her out for spiritual guidance.And so I spent several days, pondering the question of to wear a dog collar or not .. that’s a whole other reflection in and of itself.Perhaps my vocation may have been instantly recognisable had I worn a dog collar, but was that the point of this particular journey.For me, there was something very special about us all just being fellow pilgrims along the way, coming from all walks of life, but with one shared purpose to get to our destination, whatever that might be. Making connections with one another, allowing conversations to open up and seeing where they might lead.Last week, I introduced you to Brett, my American, Ex-serviceman friend, for whom walking the Camino was all about the physical challenge and Rennie, walking the Camino to try and make sense of the difficult things happening in her life.One morning over breakfast, Brett asked me what I did, and then the conversation rather awkwardly and quickly moved on to other things. It wasn’t until a couple of days later, when we found ourselves on a taxi transfer together, that he had obviously decided it was time to find out a little more. He wanted to know what had made me become a priest and so for the next 30 minutes, I shared my story, and he asked lots of questions about faith. I quickly realised that there was far more going on, than just the physicality of this walk for Brett, Brett was seeking something spiritual too as he walked.All too soon, the taxi dropped us off at our starting point for the day, and we went on our way.A couple of days later, as I was walking into Leon, as he often did, he passed me, I was taking a photo, unsuprisingly, but realising that this would probably be the last time we would meet, as I was having a rest day in Leon and he wasn’t, he had just one final question …I can’t remember now what the question was, or indeed how I answered it, although I can remember exactly where we were, but I have to pray, that for him, it was at least a step on his journey to knowing Jesus as his Lord and saviour.Rennie and Karey, found out what I did over supper one night, we shared a common past, in that we had all been nurses at one point, they had both retired, and of course, my path had changed, but we had a lot in common with each other.Again it wasn’t until a few days later, when we were sharing breakfast together, that Rennie took me to one side to find out more, and so again I found myself sharing my story, and answering her questions about where is God in all the pain of this world … challenging stuff over the first coffee of the day. As I mentioned last week, Rennie was not a Christian, but did attend the pilgrim masses with Karey, and did find them comforting. Again, I don’t know, how any of what I said that morning landed, whether it opened up a door in her heart to encountering Jesus for herself or not. But I continue to pray for both Brett and Rennie, and for the many others that walked the Camino in search of answers, that they did encounter Jesus, and with the disciples on the road to Emmaus exclaimed ‘did our hearts not burn within us.’As Jesus walked alongside those disciples on the way to Emmaus, he was not immediately recognisable to them, but he met them where they were, he connected with them. Without my ‘dog collar’ it was not immediately apparent to others that I may have been a priest, it was only after spending time with people, building a connection, that they might have asked more. And having made that connection, having built that relationship, they were not afraid to find out more, and presented an opportunity for me, in my own small way to open up the scriptures to them.But of course, this is not just the work of priests, this is the work of each and every one of us. All of us are called to go and make disciples of all nations, we are all called to share our faith with others.And we do that best, when we simply walk beside others, physically sometimes, but more often than not metaphorically.When we are alongside others, connecting to them, building relationships then opportunities arise and we are able to share with others our love of God and open the scriptures to them.So that their hearts may burn within them.Todays card inside your service sheet, is a picture I was about to take when I met with Brett for that final time walking into Leon, I took it after we had finished our conversation, he can just about be seen walking into the distance. Questions to ponder this coming week …Who is it that you are walking alongside today?Who is on your heart?Who do you pray will encounter Jesus for themselves?I want to encourage you to pray for opportunities to share your faith with them this week.As I close, let me use the second verse of the hymn we have just sung as our prayer.Our hearts are filled with thankfulness, to Him who walks beside, who floods our weaknesses with strength and causes fears to fly; whose every promise is enough for every step we take, sustaining us with arms of love, and crowning us with grace.Amen
Trinity 11 Year A – Genesis 12:1-9; Luke 24:13-35Why are you here? What’s made you want to walk the Camino? It was with questions like these that many conversations started or developed as you walked alongside others on the Camino.For Brett, an American ex-serviceman, who I shared many a hotel with for about 10 days, two solo travellers, often conversing over breakfast, it was all about the physical challenge. He was walking the camino to prove to himself that he could still do it, and it was all about completing each day as quickly as possible.I would often leave the hotel an hour or so before him, only to be overtaken, and find him relaxing in our next town, having already settled into the hotel and eaten a meal.When he saw me scrolling through photos, he said he hadn’t taken a single one, and as for scenic detours, he just wasn’t interested. For Brett, this was about the physical challenge.And then there were my four New Zealand friends, I never did find out their names, but we began our journey together, and spent the first couple of weeks seeing each other most mornings over breakfast, and then about 30 minutes into my daily walk, when I would over take them, with a cheery Buen Camino, and one of them would simply say 29kms, or 31kms, or 25kms … the amount of kms we would be walking that day.Slowly the conversations began to get a bit deeper, a little less about how far we had to walk, and onto football, something you probably all realise I know very little about, but my New Zealand friend was passionate about it, they also had to endure my ever optimistic outlook when caught in rain all day, and we were sheltering from it in a bar, and I assured them, I could still hear the birds singing and so the rain was surely about to stop, they didn’t believe me … and as it turned out they may have had a point.Eventually, whilst walking with them one day, the question arose, why were they here, the answer, these four friends had been drinking together, and having drunk perhaps rather too much, one of them said, they had always wanted to walk the camino, and the others all said, well why not … and so here they were, nothing spiritual they assured me, just the result of one to many drinks.Or what about Renee, I spent a lot of time with Renee and Karie just before meeting up with Geraint in Sarria. We again would find ourselves in the same hotel night after night, and would get chatting over meals together. Renee was walking her second Camino having walked the Camino Portuguese several years earlier, Karie had always said, if she went again, she would love to go with her, so here they both were. Renee, was walking to process lots of things that were happening in her life, her brother, has just been diagnosed with tongue cancer, something he has likely had for sometime, but hadn’t wanted to get it checked out, and has declined all treatment since. They were both adopted at a young age, her brother has never married and so Renee feels a deep sense of responsibility in looking after her brother, and was walking to help her process what is happening, in order, she hoped that when she went back she would be in a better place to support him. She claimed she had no faith, but got a lot comfort from attending the pilgrim masses alongside Karey who is a Christian.I could go on, as conversations opened up, it was clear that everyone on the journey had their own reasons for being there. In our bible readings today, we encounter different people on different journeys.Firstly we come across Abram.Abram is told by the Lord ‘Leave your country, your people and your fathers household and go to the land I will show you.’ I will make you into a great nation and I will bless you, I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you, I will curse. And all peoples on earth will be blessed through you.’And so Abram does exactly what the Lord tells him to do, he goes. He doesn’t appear to ask questions, he just goes, so when asked the question … why are you here, I guess the answer would be, because the Lord told me to go.In our gospel reading, it is not clear why these two disciples were making the journey, but we can get a real sense of the emotional state as they walk, they were downcast … after all they had witnessed in Jerusalem, with Jesus begin crucified and then the confusing witness of the women and the empty tomb. They were completely lost in their thoughts, and so perhaps this walk was just the journey back home, an opportunity to get back to the familiar and away from all this confusion.This morning, we start a mini pilgrimage through this series of three united services, a mini journey across the parishes. But I want to encourage us all this morning, to think about where we are on the journey. What brought you to church this morning, what drove you to come along? But looking further back, how did you start on your journey of faith, what were you feeling? What drove you to find out more about Jesus?How is it going? Has anything changed for you? I am sure many things have. So why was I on the Camino … on one level, because it was something I had always wanted to do, from the first time I watched a film about it one night whilst at theological college. I cannot find the film I saw, I have no idea what it was called, but it was an old black and white film, and alarmingly lots of people died on the Camino, especially crossing the Pyrenees, but the film did seem to be showing them crossing in the depths of winter. Having seen the film, I thought, well why not … I want to do that … but realistically never thought I would get the opportunity.But on another level, there were other reasons too, and part of it was a need to disconnect, in order that I might re-connect with God in a new and deeper way.For me, that meant spending my days just walking, removing me completely away from my normal chaotic routines, my normal busyness and giving me just one objective each day, to walk from A to B … and maybe find food and companionship along the way 😊 In order that I might re-connect in a new and deeper way with God, not that I had lost connection, but that in the busyness of life and ministry I needed to remove some of the clutter that was getting in the way, so that I might hear God more clearly once again.Today as we consider these first steps of the journey, the basic question, why are we here, I recognise that we may like all my fellow travellers on the Camino, or Abram or the two travellers on the road from Emmaus have a huge range of answers. What might it mean for each of us today, to in some way disconnect in order to re-connect on a deeper level with God once more.What does that mean for us on an individual level, but what does it also mean for us as a group of churches.And so I invite you to take the card in your service sheet home with you, to look at the questions on it and reflect in your quiet time each day this week, on what is your hearts desire as we begin this mini journey together. Let’s pray Lord Jesus Christ, you have called us all to follow you, as we continue our journey of faith, renew our vision, refresh us for the journey ahead, may we be faithful to you, in all we do. In Jesus name we pray. Amen
August Magazine Article August is an unusual month. For many families it is the season of summer holidays, when school corridors fall silent and the familiar rhythm of term time is set aside. It is a month that invites us to pause, to rest, and to enjoy the gift of longer days before life begins to gather pace once more. There is something deeply symbolic about this time of year. We lay down the old term, with all its achievements, disappointments, busyness and routine, and begin to look towards the new one. Even long after leaving school, many of us still think of September as the real beginning of the year. We are so shaped by the pattern of school life that the turning of the academic calendar still feels like the perfect moment to start afresh, to learn something new, or to take up a challenge we have been putting off. Our faith reminds us that new beginnings are part of God's work in our lives. The prophet Isaiah records God's promise: "See, I am doing a new thing! Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?" (Isaiah 43:19). God is always inviting us to look forward with hope, trusting that each new season brings fresh opportunities to grow in faith, love and service. As we enjoy the slower pace of August, may we also prepare our hearts for whatever September brings. May we return to our daily routines refreshed, thankful for the gift of rest, and ready to embrace the new things God has in store for us. God Bless Reverend Emma
