Dave Dishman

Two young men waited anxiously to carry the tidings of victory. The rebellion of Absalom against his father David failed, and Absalom (the king’s son) died on the battlefield. The runners, young men who carried messages from commander to commander, eagerly hoped to be the first to announce the good news to king.

The commander sent one, then the other. The second runner, Ahimaaz, arrived first and announced, Blessed be the Lord your God, who has delivered up the men who raised their hand against my lord the king. Perhaps fearing the king’s anger, he left out the part about Absalom. The next runner followed seconds later and reported concerning Absalom, May the enemies of my lord the king and all who rise up against you for evil be like that young man.

Good news and bad news. The insurrection was crushed, but David lost a son whom he loved deeply. One of the many horrible consequences David endured due to his taking of Bathsheba and the murder of Uriah.

But the runners are the story here. They apparently ran twenty to twenty-five miles, over rugged countryside, to report this news to David. They did what they did best—carried an important message to the king.

Our prayers are like those runners. Despite obstacles—lack of faith, falling asleep, doubts and fears—our prayers make their way to the Lord. As David received his runners, so the Lord receives our prayers. Some he sets aside, but he responds to others. Either way, and despite my slackness in prayer, I plan to keep sending those runners before the Lord.

2 Samuel 18:19-33

Photo by Alessio Soggetti

It’s always hard for me to return from a big trip. While it’s nice to sleep in my own bed, arriving home carries with it a bit of disappointment, even a hint of depression. The adventure is over.

I planned and pondered this expedition for months. I gathered the proper gear for walking day after day in all sorts of weather. I traveled thousands of miles to challenge myself physically and spiritually. I dotted every “i” and crossed every “t” as I prepared others for the journey.

Now I sit on my couch and reflect on the experience. On overcoming the challenges of heat and rain and distance. On tiny chapels and magnificent cathedrals. On eating all the ice cream I want because I just walked 15 miles that day. But I mostly think of the wonderful new friends who joined me in the journey.

Which turns my melancholy thoughts in a cheerful direction. The Camino de Santiago is a marvelous ramble through beautiful countryside. The food is good and the locals welcoming. But lasting delight lies in the people who join you on the journey. The Scriptures instruct us to encourage one another and build one another up. I experienced this reality time and again on the Camino.

The psalmist wrote: Praise the Lord, all nations! For great is his steadfast love toward us, and the faithfulness of the Lord endures forever. The Lord shows his love and faithfulness in the people he puts around us. I’m grateful for those who travel with me though life.

This latest adventure exists now as fond memories, digital photos, and nagging hip pain. But it also exists in a set of pilgrims initially unfamiliar with one another who’ve now become friends—and with friends the adventure can continue.

1 Thessalonians 5:11; Psalm 117

Photo by Dawn Dishman

The primary aim today of a pilgrimage along the Camino de Santiago is the cathedral in Santiago de Compostela, the final resting place of the bones of Saint James. Most modern pilgrims end their journey here with a celebration, a good night’s sleep, and a ticket home the next day.

But traditionally, pilgrims went all the way to the end of the earth.

Finisterre (the end of the earth), is a promontory stretching out into the Atlantic Ocean. For years this spot was considered the western-most point in Europe (satellite mapping recently revealed another location a few meters further west). Before the discovery of the Americas, reaching this outcropping ended the journey—only the sea remained. After arriving, pilgrims burned their clothes to symbolize both the end of their pilgrimage and the putting on of a new life. Then they turned around and walked home.

To get to the end of the earth pilgrims must stay faithful to the trail. Today markers line the Camino de Santiago, making it hard to get lost. But even then one can get turned around and need a little help to find the way. Following the right path leads to a glorious outcome. I’m reminded of these words from King Solomon: The path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, which shines brighter and brighter until full day.

The end of the earth remains the highlight of a pilgrim’s journey. But the end of any adventure marks the beginning of something new. We all turn around and head home. Thankfully, we can continue to seek the way of the Lord—the path of the righteous—and enjoy our pilgrimage through life under the bright sun of his goodness.

Proverbs 4:18

Photo of a pilgrim at the end of the earth by Jen Phelps

Walking mile after mile gets hard with a heavy pack on your back. The first day I walked the Camino I loaded my daypack with all the essentials needed in case of an emergency: plenty of water, lots of snacks, bandages for cuts and blisters, a rain coat, a rain poncho, a rain cover for my backpack, a camera, a phone, a multitool with a blade and pliers, extra socks, ibuprofen and other meds, a small role of duct tape, and more I’m sure I’m forgetting.

All these items help in certain situations. But that first day proved bright, sunny and glorious. I found clean water to access along the trail and multiple places to eat. I couldn’t have gone hungry if I tried. The smooth path yielded few opportunities to stumble and fall. My pack grew heavier and heavier as I schlepped along so many things I didn’t need. The next day I reduced my load by more than half. With that light pack I’ve now finished eight Camino journeys.

With our groups we emphasize these words from Jesus: Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.

I heap burdens on my back every day, whether it be family concerns or financial worries or fears stoked by our ravenous media culture. I pack my rucksack to deal with any eventuality. But do I really need to carry all that weight? Jesus promises an easier yoke, a lighter burden. I’m better, and the deepest part of my soul is better, when I release what I’m carrying and trust him with those anxieties.

How good it felt to take bulky items from my pack and walk with a lighter load! We hired a service to carry our heavy bags and they effortlessly moved my extra gear. It was easy. Jesus promises the same. His yoke is easy, take it on and let him cart off the rest.

Matthew 11:28-30

Photo by Sergio Kian