{"id":1109,"date":"2012-09-17T17:00:12","date_gmt":"2012-09-18T00:00:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/amusingamma\/?p=1109"},"modified":"2012-09-17T17:00:12","modified_gmt":"2012-09-18T00:00:12","slug":"traveling-mercies","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.patheos.com\/blogs\/amusingamma\/2012\/09\/traveling-mercies\/","title":{"rendered":"Traveling Mercies"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<\/head>

\"\"<\/a>In the last days before a trip, things can fall apart. A rear-end accident, a delayed document, a change in the prognosis of an illness. The size of the shoes don\u2019t fit the size of the feet. The airline server goes down. Someone\u2019s crying, Lord.<\/p>\n

So I cling to this Gaelic blessing as I go on pilgrimage, for myself and for those who are on a pilgrimage right where they are:<\/p>\n

Deep peace of the running wave to you.<\/span><\/span>
\nDeep peace of the flowing air to you.
\nDeep peace of the quiet earth to you.
\nDeep peace of the shining stars to you.
\nDeep peace of the gentle night to you.
\nMoon and stars pour their healing light on you.
\nDeep peace of Christ,
\nof Christ the light of the world to you.
\nDeep peace of Christ to you<\/span>.<\/span><\/p>\n