After my 2nd last post, I read the blog of my pilgrim friend. He posted his own “first experience of the Sacred” writing. It was one I’d read before. And every time I read his post I feel blue for a day. What a life he’s had. I’m sure the Pilgrim neither needs nor desires my pity… what an ugly word that is. But I’m just struck by the differences in our lives. My “growing-up-years” were so easy. Where he encountered struggle and loathing, my life was easy and loving. While he was fighting to survive, I went on adventures.
The reality for me is, after reading about your life, my pilgrim friend, it is so hard for me to write about my own. I suppose in some way a voice in the back of my head is saying “How do you top that?”. And I KNOW that is a ridiculous sentiment. There’s no need to top anything (uh, okay, there is, but let’s not go there!)
So, over the next week or so, I’m going to be writing a series of posts about my very dull and very white-bread life. I’ll throw in a few of my “adventures”; like the struggles that formed my friend into the man he is today (a very admirable man), my adventures played a role in who I am.
I hope to add the first of these posts later today.
On The Road II 
No there is nothing to top. We all have had our journeys and we continue on those journeys. I post these stories because I think regular people take their lives for granted. People who are sick or suffer are outside the purview of normal America.
I also think that this is a great way to show that God in unending in his love and mercy and it also shows that we all carry a seed of faith for a God we cannot see. Having moved from inside the institution to standing outside the building, gives me certain vision of faith. That does not make your faith any less important. You have a story to write as well.
You know I don’t ever think about pity, when once I would. I lived and that is my answer for pity. One of my friends (Adam) has cancer, I don’t pity him but I constantly encourage him to live in the moment and he has lived. God certainly hears our prayers. As he does yours.
This isn’t a spiritual competition of one upsmanship. We are fellow pilgrims on the road. There is no need to feel blue I just encourage you to keep writing. We all have a story to tell no matter how mundane that story might be.
Cheerio
Pilgrim.
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