Text: Acts 8:26-40
One of my favorite family vacation memories from childhood is when we got lost in Harlem…driving in our large baby blue station wagon pulling a pop up camper. We did emerge, eventually, with an extremely clean windshield. Multiple times us kids watched in amazement as someone would come from the sidewalk toward our car, voluntarily wash our windshield while we were locked in traffic, behind a red light, then wait patiently by the window. Fortunately, my dad knew this meant they expected some payment, which he always did. It was disorienting, and wonderfully re-orienting to a world larger than rural Ohio. It turned at least that part of the vacation into something more like a pilgrimage.
This is a story about pilgrimage.
A pilgrimage is different than a trip, or a vacation. It’s different than tourism or site seeing. The difference is mostly in how one approaches the journey.
TS Elliot wrote about pilgrimage toward the end of one of his long poems.
With the drawing of this Love (capital L) and the voice of this Calling (capital C) We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where...