A made a trip this past weekend. The youth group from the church I grew up in had planned a reunion, and I wanted to be a part of it. I couldn’t afford to fly, and I actually enjoy driving, so I decided to cover the roughly 700 miles (each way) to reconnect with sites and people and experiences from long ago.
I’m not sure what a pilgrimage is, but this sure felt like one.
I looked up the word pilgrimage and I discovered it means a “journey of moral or spiritual significance.” I suppose it was a spiritual journey, in that everything I do as a follower of Jesus is spiritual. But under those terms going to Walmart is also spiritual and I’ve never felt like I’m on a great quest when I’m headed to pick up shaving cream or more peanut butter cups. No, this was something more than an ordinary road trip, more than a reunion, more than a trip down memory lane. It had weight to it, and importance. It carried…gravitas.
It was a pilgrimage (of sorts).