What do we take with us on our journey through life? I was struck by the image of a sculpture last night in Lyon called the Weight of Oneself. We can drag around heavy burdens or we can release them. My friend in Germany teased me about how light I was traveling. I have managed fairly well and have not bought many souvenirs yet. I am carrying mental baggage though and the prayers of those who have asked me. When I get lost or am tired of walking, I offer it up by praying for whoever comes to mind.
In Taize I was deeply moved by the sharing of a woman from Belarus whose suffering due to war and oppression. My own tears joined hers as I listened to one calamity after another. Still she holds fast to hope despite it all. Such faith! We can choose to lug the luggage or we can transform it and carry it with Christ.
There is much to say yet but I must catch a plane. I hope more later but internet is not so easy to connect here.