A Pilgrimage

 


Forty years ordained: time to reassess and move on. When cooking, tasting assures excellence. Likewise, experience addresses our heart to the silence of theTabernacle: little else matters.  

We misinterpret our presence, presuming that we actually make a difference. When vanity underlines our efforts, it shades the need to let the Magister lead the way. Embracing the cross, it lightens our heart and brightens our mind. Honest intent is important because it witnesses conversion.   

Encountering the Magister’s face, now mirrored in other faces, challenges us to reassess our self-understanding. Otherwise, a dichotomy between what we say and what we do becomes the norm. Consequently, our heart is restless because it distances itself from the Magister.

Confined to ornate subjectivity, we convince ourselves otherwise. Somehow, by wearing particular garbs or practising particular devotions, we overlook our perfidies. Some claim innocence, seeking truth, but “light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile; so ere you find where light in darkness lies, your light grows dark by losing of your eyes” (William Shakespeare, Love’s Labor’s Lost, I.1). 


Martin


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