Years ago, inspired by excerpts from required High School reading, I read the literary classic, The Canterbury Tales, by Chaucer. The book is about a pilgrimage to the shrine of saint Thomas A Becket at Canterbury Cathedral and to pass the journey each of the pilgrims tells a story. Until that time all I knew about pilgrims were Plymouth Rock and Thanksgiving. Last year I picked up a book by Hilaire Belloc called The Path to Rome. The story is about a journey he made from France to Rome in pre-war Europe. The story describes the people and villages, the land and scenery, the joys and struggles of Belloc as he makes his way to his destination.
Pilgrimage is still practiced today, and for my part, I fancy the idea. Last year on a trip to St. Augustine Florida our family went to the Shrine of Our Lady of Le Leche at the mission of Nombre de Dios. The oldest catholic church in the states, the mission has several smaller shrines that also attract the pilgrim. My interest was to visit the Lady of Le leche. A small chapel, with a statue of Mary breastfeeding the infant Jesus, very simple, of Spanish architecture, and very peaceful. Surrounding the chapel is a grave yard where many of the graves are for children, and several stone markers which depict the seven sorrowful mysteries of the Blessed Virgin Mary. Having never been here before I was not sure what to expect, but as we left, the whole family thought this the best part of the trip.
This year we attended mass in another church at St. Augustine, during Christmas, and I was able to visit another shrine in Orlando, at the Basilica of the National Shrine of Mary, Queen of the Universe, which again had a lot more than I thought going for it. This Shrine church has some excellent modern stained glass, a museum and history of pilgrimage. This shrine has a lot to do with Motherhood, and my short time here was during the time my grandmother was passing on. I thought this fitting as my grandmother was the one who God used most to bring me back to the church. Spending some time in the presence of the blessed sacrament, and offering prayers for her as well as my family ended my short ‘pilgrimage’ to this shrine.
Another way one can experience a pilgrimage, is in the way of the cross. A devotion practiced by catholics during the season of Lent on Fridays. A person can practice this privately any time. This is a spiritual prayer designed to walk a person through the passion. As a matter of fact it was originally meant as a “virtual” pilgrimage, for those that didn’t have the wealth or means to make a journey to the Holy Land. In catholic terms we often refer to it as the stations of the cross, and in a catholic church you will see, surrounding the building a set of 14 shrines or stations depicting the journey of Christ from his being condemned to death to his entombment. Some times a 15th station is added for the resurrection but traditionally we wait for easter to celebrate the resurrection.
My Lord God,
I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me
Nor do I really know myself,
And the fact that I think I am following your will
Does not mean that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that the desire to please you
Does in fact please you.
And I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire.
And I know that if I do this,
You will lead me by the right road
Though I may know nothing about it.
Therefore will I trust you always though,
I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death.
I will not fear, for you are ever with me.
And you will never leave me to face my struggles alone.
— Thomas Merton




