I write from Edinburgh, Scotland. 

A group of 31 pilgrims from Minnesota launched on a great adventure October 1st.  Trusting that there was soul food to be found in deliberately choosing to immerse ourselves in Celtic wisdom and stillness, we set out.

And we are here!  This is the second stop on our journey.  We have encountered rain, castles, kindreds, belly busting laughter, and the Holy at each step.

It feels like coming home.  Travelling to Lindisfarne, England, to worship and take in a place where people have gathered since the mid 600’s to create community in order to immerse themselves in God, the power of place has been elemental.  There is a soul knowing that kin are not of blood only, but of heart and desire.

The crew from RUMC are a gloried lot.  We are behaving (mostly) and so many times a day I pray blessing on our church community, our promise, and our call.

Making church together is a Holy pilgrimage.  We do Body building in the mundane and the exquisite, and whilst this Wednesday night I may be eating Haggis, I am aware that across the miles there are folks sitting down to a meal and classes and choir and bell rehearsals and we do this weaving of life together because we are called as those have been called through the ages:  we want to worship the God of  life and love. 

And we know that fellow soul travellers on the journey make all the difference.