For my 60th year I wanted to take a pilgrimage to the Holyland. Things didn't work out and then they really didn't work out and I despaired that I would ever make that pilgrimage. But, last year when I was choosing parishes, one had a Holyland Pilgrimage advertised. There were a lot of other great things about that parish, but I took the Holyland trip as a sign and became a member of that parish. I signed up for the trip.
And the day is fast arriving. This past year on top of moving and all of that, I have been preparing to go to the other side of the world and see where Jesus was from. I get tearful to feel how blessed I am to make this trip. I am going to Israel and Jordan. I will walk the roads and breathe the air and see the sights. I will pray.
I look forward to all of it. Someone asked me what I most wanted to see. I felt I should say Bethlehem or Mount of Olives or something, but I really want to see Capernaum where St Peter's house is thought to be on the Sea of Galilee. And all of the rest, I want to see all of the rest. It should be fabulous. I weep that I have this opportunity. I weep at this blessing.