Altogether . . . One at a time

I bought a brand spanking new notebook for this pilgrimage but, I have to be honest to say that I haven't written in it. I thought that I should be intently writing notes all of the way. It hasn't happened. It's not that Im not thinking. It's not even that I'm not reflecting. It's just that I am, after a particularly busy eighteen months or so when I've been doing, I am taking time to be. 
 

This a time for me to travel with others but also travel on my own with my own thoughts, reflecting on the past and looking to the future without dwelling unduly and unhealthily on the present. 

Over the past few days I've walked and chatted with others. At other times I've drifted off on my on, perhaps not physically but, certainly spiritually and emotionally. Faith and being part of a faith community is about that strange mix - altogether, one at a time. The times together are important because they are integral to what it means to be part of the Body of Christ.  The times on our own when we reflect on God with us are important as well. 

Faith is, on the one hand, deeply personal and, on the other, something to share.  It comforts us and it allows us, inspires us, to comfort each other. 

Fold to your heart your sister and your brother:
  where pity dwells, the peace of God is there;
     to worship rightly and to love each other,
 each smile a hymn, each kindly deed a prayer.
   For he whom Jesus loved has truly spoken:
   the holier worship which He deigns to bless
  restores the lost, and binds the spirit broken,
     and feeds the widow and the fatherless.