Of Passive Pilgrimage And Passion
A dozen years ago, I made a pilgrimage of sorts, to Israel. It was not a primarily religious odyssey. Having studied and believed the Bible all of my life, there was nothing that I needed to prove, reinforce or see for myself. I viewed such opportunities as incidental, though as it turned out, they were profoundly consequential, in terms of their impact on me. But I’m getting ahead of myself. I should probably share that I very nearly had to cancel my travel as,…