A year ago I was in Jerusalem in the middle of Ramadan celebrations. I'll never forget the multi-cultural experience of being in Jerusalem on pilgrimage in the close of Ramadan and the beginning of Rosh Hashana. As a Christian, it was fascinating to see and remember that our faiths come from this land of desert and hot sun. Jerusalem is indeed a crucible of sorts, and there is nothing easy about it.
I am in Minnesota on a writing sabbatical. It is very good to be away in order to write. It is here that I met Sr. Stef who later took me on a pilgrimage to Esquipulas, Guatemala, going on pilgrimage to see and venerate El Cristo Negro: the Black Christ.