I intended to be in New Orleans last week. I had even begun the long drive to get there. On the way, I ran into a blizzard—I mean lots of snow. PLANS CHANGED QUICKLY. Six cars in ditches along the highway made me realize it was time to stop. Luckily, I was near an Ursuline community where I could spend the night. The next day, with roads still dangerous, I returned to St. Louis, disappointed and trying to adapt.
It’s always a jolt to realize we can’t control things. Jesus told his disciples to take nothing for their journey but a walking stick. That’s pretty meager. Was he trying to make the point that we need to be pilgrims on life’s journey—open to the surprise of the moment, to the holy all around us–and ready to be guided by God’s own Spirit?
St. Angela made many pilgrimages in her lifetime and even wanted to be buried with her pilgrim staff. I think she understood that all of life is a pilgrimage and that we’re not in complete control. The Spirit is.
Above all, obey the Holy Spirit speaking to you in your heart.—–(St. Angela Merici)