Today was the last Ordinary Day in this break, the breath, between Epiphany and Transfiguration Sunday. I'll hang up the green stoles for awhile and get ready to wear the white stole of Transfiguration, and the purple stole of Lent.
The Holy Days have a pull of their own on this earthly pilgrimage. It is magnetic, this pull, this tug, that seems to center our lives as people of the Christian faith.
Today's lectionary reading from Mark--the healing of the leper--was powerful, as always. Being asked by the one with leprosy if he would choose to make him whole, I am enthralled with this reaction by Jesus: "I choose."
On pilgrimage, we "choose" daily to be on a pilgrimage that is life.