Today is the feast day of my baptismal patron, St. James.
I did the Franciscan pilgrimage, imitating the early friars, going from Assisi to Santiago de Compostela. Medieval and modern pilgrims walk to Compostela, I took trains, hitched rides, and walked - at times working for my keep at hostels - I have fond memories of one in particular at Lourdes.
I left Assisi by train, arrived in Lourdes. From Lourdes it was walking and hitching a ride. I stayed in San Sebastian before walking to Garabandal, and then on to Compostela.
No pilgrim's shell, no papers were awarded to me - except the Guestmaster was kind of rude ... perfect joy!
I did the northernmost route - I visited
Garabandal on the way.
It was a quiet, prayerful, and poor pilgrimage - albeit unconventional.
St. James on panel in antique frame.
O glorious Apostle, Saint James, who because of your fervent and generous heart was chosen by Jesus to be witness of His glory on Mount Tabor, and of His agony in Gethsemane; you, whose very name is a symbol of warfare and victory:
obtain for us strength and consolation in the unending warfare of this life,
that, having constantly and generously followed Jesus, we may be victors in the strife and deserve to receive the victor's crown in heaven. Amen.
I think I'll go on a spiritual pilgrimage now - to live as a pilgrim and a stranger ...
The pilgrim "withdraws from his acquaintance and those dear to him, and keeps his mind disengaged from all temporal comfort, so the blessed apostle Peter beseeches the faithful of Christ to keep themselves as strangers and pilgrims in the world." - Imitation of Christ