Wednesday, August 06, 2008
We have six miles left in our journey as I sit writing this. I’ve figured out that I can sit out almost every shift and the only result is that everyone thinks less of me…and that’s it, so I win. The Cloutiers joined us today for a few shifts and Jo-jo is adorable, even after she found these discarded sunglasses which Andi let her keep despite their doubtless contamination with the HIV. I can feel the arches of my feet falling with each step I take and I’ve mended the sole of my right shoe as best I could using the meager materials afforded me. I’ve also crafted snowshoes from bent saplings and rawhide strips, though I don’t anticipate a need for them at this stage. We were forced to eat Scott this morning…sorry, typo, eat with Scott this morning. It’s been an amazing few days and the weekend was a blast.
I don’t enjoy bragging, but it is important that the world know of my burgeoning Liturgy of the Hours skills, which some have called “mad”, lest I take it by storm. As we gather to pray, whether it be in the morning, evening or night, I can always tell that the eyes of the group turn to me to silently (yet earnestly) laud my vocal talents. They pretend not to be looking, but I can feel their eyes and it weighs heavy on my soul. Lord give me humility, just not yet.
I will see you all in Washington tomorrow and Scott would like those of you who have purchased palm branches to lay down before him that we will be coming down to the shrine, much like a thief in the late morning.
For now, Mark
Who we are?
Conversion begins in our own hearts,which is why prayer is so important to our ministry. For this reason, everyday of our ten week walk begins with daily Mass. By receiving Christ in the Eucharist, we are given the grace to be the Love of Christ not only to those in our community but also to those we meet in the streets.
We walk throughout the day to be a witness of love. We are grounded in prayer-we pray with our lips, our hearts, and our bodies. In walking an average of twenty-five miles per day, we offer our fatigue as a gift of love to Christ and the people we meet. Our walking is both sacrifice and prayer.