I have no comment on the election

I’m glad it’s over, and hope and pray that the barking dogs will stop barking very soon.

In its aftermath, I’m left with an overwhelming desire to go on a pilgrimage.

I want to see beautiful things. Not just see them, actually, I want to eat, breathe, and drink in beauty. And by beauty, I don’t just mean good pasta and ice-cream, or a lovely slice of peach in the evening sun. I mean something that’s been touched by grace–a drop of God’s blood on the steps he walked to Calvary, a fiber from the habit of Saint Theresa, a splinter from the wood of the Cross, the bones of Saint Peter.

I want to walk alongside fellow seekers looking for evidence that God lived, and that he changed people. And when I find this evidence, I want to get down on my knees and kiss it.

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