A Liturgy for walking in the cool of the morning 

The following was taken from the resource we have compiled for pilgrims on the Camino De Santiago. You can get a free digital copy here. Downloading and giving your feedback helps us to spread the word.

Jesus, thank you for this refreshing hour.

The coolness of this day is such a gracious reprieve.
The heat and dust,
The sweat and grime,
The shooting pain and nagging frustration,
They are absent.

Instead it seems as though you have given this special place to me for this hour.
The trees hushed above.
The dew on the grass.
The song of the birds.
The laugh of the stream. 
The steady movement toward my goal.

Even my own body seems to know this moment is different.
My aches of yesterday are quiet right now.
The weight of my pack is present, but not obtrusive.
My sore feet know that they are doing exactly what they were made to do.
I am tired, but content.

Thank you Jesus for this hour.

You have made it
As you have made all that I see and all that is beyond my sight. 
It is by your power that all things exist and hold together.
Even the heavens cannot hide their Creator behind their brilliance.
I am a mere babe.

Who am I to receive this hour?
Why would you give me this special moment?
You care for all creation, 
From the insects to the great beasts,
From the soaring eagles to the simple plankton,
From the depths to the heights,
From the east to the west,
But yet you have set your thoughts on me.

Oh Jesus, you are majestic over all.⁠
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Psalm 8

Travel: Camino Portugués

This past week we took five days to hike through a part of Spain that we were not familiar with. Our goal was to get to know the area and see how we might be able to encourage new church plants in this region. We ended up hiking about 70 miles on the Camino Portugués with the whole family, which was quite the adventure. We have put together some videos of each day of the hike, and they will be uploaded over the coming week. You can see them over here:

Here are some photos from our time.

Ring Someone’s Bell – Part 2

Sunday afternoon we took a trip with Jennifer into the countryside to the Ridgeway, Britain’s oldest road. Our first stop was The Bell Inn. A small pub in Aldworth, The Bell Inn was built 1349 to host travelers who chose the high road over the lower, often difficult terrain of England. It was named for the Bell which was located just across the street.

Because of its antiquated nature, everything is extremely short and small. I had to duck everywhere I went.

I went with Jennifer on her suggestion, “the tongue sandwiches are pretty good here!” The taste was similar to salami, but the texture left something to be desired.

We followed up our tasty (use your imagination) meal with a walk along the Ridgeway. It was our only sunny day, so we soaked in the vitamin D and chilling wind as we shuffled along.

Our final stop was at the St. Mary The Virgin parish church, where supposedly there rests ancient giants. Some of the graves inside have men who are 7 feet tall.

Outside the church there is a thousand year old tree. It looked pretty ragged to me, but at a thousand years old, it deserves to be.