My Strong Accent 

I had just sat down for church in England, October 9th, with my friend David to my left and had been introduced to the elderly man to my right, a guy named Nigel. As soon as we had greeted one another, Nigel said, “Now, where are you from, with that strong accent.”  No, to all…

Mi Sombrero!

I remember well the day when hiking with Nannette and two other friends on the Camino, we reached a restaurant that was open, in Guemes, the town that was at our destination, only to learn that the albergue was still another 1.5 km beyond. That day, I just wanted food and a beer. You may…

The Fellowship of the Camino 

Two women stood behind me in the hallway at my friend David’s church fellowship, the West Bridgford Baptist Church near Nottingham, England, speaking with one another. I was not in their conversation but was standing there looking through a table of free books. Clearly they were reconnecting after one of them had been gone awhile….

Look For My Hand

People have asked me what I learned from walking the Camino.  There’s much there, and much yet I’ll discover, but one thing that has come more frequently to the surface than anything else is this: I’m poor at trusting God and God is excessive with patience toward me.   So I was journaling while on…