I the gospel Jesus reminds us how deeply loved we are. We have nothing to be afraid of. Fear makes us immobile, and paralyzes us in spirit, hardening the heart. We fear the unknown, the future, our loss of any control we think we have; we fear the advance of age and the reality of illness; we fear death. Yes, the list goes on and is very personal.
What is it YOU fear? Name it and give it to God. God will free you in time. He will!!! Trust in God, fear is absolutely useless.
I fear much on this journey: my physical limitations, my age and memories that haunt me. The past can be very cruel if the memories of all that went wrong become the focus of your memory. I fear where I’ll end up and how. I surrender my fears to God so I will be free to give Him the glory that is His due.
To “fear God,” a vastly misunderstood verse from scripture, means to surrender to the beauty and glory of God. We must Give God the Glory, not to ourselves or any other person.
The top part is missing. It says; To God Be the Glory. Photo taken when I saw this barn off highway 20 on my way to Galena.
Started at 7:30 in darkness and a crisp feeling in the air. But it’s supposed to get into the mid 80’s!! Very warm. Tomorrow the prediction is calling for big changes in weather. Storms!!!
Arrived in Orisson Refuge after three hours of walking. Met some very interesting people. Mike from Atlanta, who is retired, 73 years old , a wife at home and grandchildren. He brought up the reality of politics and how he learned during a previous Camino not to talk politics. One discussion became very divisive and even strident. I just agreed.
Then I met Pepe, an American from Cuba living in Miami. He brought up politics and felt very comfortable talking about how we need to be more civil and open when discussing politics. And then the unexpected: Pepe came “out” telling me he was gay and lost his partner of 20 years who passed away suddenly. I gently probed his feelings and he started to cry. A beautiful, but painful, moment for him as he talked about his struggles with the death of the one he loved so much. I promised to pray for him and his beloved partner. As it turns out, he is an atheist but was still appreciative of my faith. We talked the contentiousness of politics and the power of religion for those who believe.
My first gift from Pepe: an open , poignant and personal conversation about faith, politics, sexuality, and religion with no name calling. I hope to keep in touch with him on the way.
Insight; maybe God wants me to try and create these encounters with people of different viewpoints and perspectives; Conversations with people of faith and no faith; people who are religious and spiritual and those who have no need for religion. I tend to thrive around those people who are different or share a different way of living.
It is strange that I seem to be drawn to people who are atheists and those who are not religious at all but see its value. My conversation with Pepe is one I will never forget. He became an instrument in drawing me closer to Christ and my priesthood.
Went to the pilgrim’s Mass at the beautiful 13th century Church of St. Mary Norte Dame. There were about 12 of us, an appropriate number, who received the priest’s blessing, coming from China, South America, Germany, Italy, France, Spain and the USA. International, I’d say, as we represented 4 continents.
The Camino is truly an international pilgrimage that integrates numerous cultures, races, languages, ages, religions and no religion. The Camino is gradually becoming very secular and less rooted in the Catholic faith. In my own opinion, very sad. I plan on celebrating my Catholic faith gently and unobtrusively.
I will try to say mass each day in my room or somewhere on the way. The ground, a table, a bench will become the altar. Down to the bare bones of necessity. The iPhone is my Roman Missal and Lectionary that has all the prayers and biblical readings. I purchased wine at a local shop and will pour the wine in a very light water bottle… spiritual recycling! The bottle is too big and heavy.
Tomorrow, October 15th, I begin the ascent in the Pyrenees, evoking the image of St. John of the Cross in his spiritual treasure: The Ascent of Mt Carmel. The spiritual life is a challenging, and at times, daunting journey UP the mountain of faith. This journey involves letting go of our attachments and clinging desires that trap us in the whims of the ego. We must face our addictions and self-centered inclinations and climb this mountain of faith.
This is a journey that hopes to be one of inner transformation and takes place wherever you are. The vast majority of disciples are people who are on a pilgrimage in their native city and town. Your inner intention and disposition will transform an ordinary walk in the city into a pilgrimage of faith that may very well lead to a local parish church.
Solvitur Ambulando is a Latin phrase meaning “solved by walking,” a rich, poetic expression pointing to the power of simply walking. As I walk the streets of the city of Chicago, memories surface of people who have made such a difference in my life and priesthood. The experience of walking alone, with no music or podcast, just silence, soaking in the sights and sounds of the people I encounter.
One naturally sees the shoppers, workers repairing the streets, people trying to keep an appointment, young people with their class going to a museum, countless people on the cell phone. The constant sounds of car horns, ambulance sirens and the steady, loud pounding of a drum by a young “musician” hoping for a donation naturally push silence to the sides
In the mix one sees individuals quietly begging for money, immigrant mothers and children asking for assistance and the person screaming things that make little sense. Look closely and see that he has no legs. So many have disabilities from physical to emotional that make the walk with a 30 pound backpack eye-opening.
The only thing “solved by walking” is to let these encounters with a wide range of humanity become a portal to seeing the world anew. The Camino is much like walking in the city, except the pilgrim is called to ENGAGE the various expressions of humanity encountered along the Way. And they are many representing cultures, faith traditions, no religious motivations, races, languages….
In the engagement, barriers slowly dissolve, new perspectives emerge in one’s consciousness, the unity WITHIN the human family becomes so evident if only for a brief moment. “There is no male or female, gentile or Jew,” for all are one in Christ.
Much is “solved by walking,” right here wherever you live. The Kingdom of heaven is like a long walk.
I am so amazed at all the responses to my post in Word Press, announcing my new Camino pilgrimage mid October thru Thanksgiving 2026. I received many responses which was wonderful in and of itself. But I haven’t written a post in over three years!!! So thank you for responding.
But I understand completely if you don’t want to receive any new posts since we are inundated with messages each and everyday. You can’t read everything that is sent to you through the internet. It’s almost too intrusive.
I am writing this blog not to let everyone know where I’m traveling, how I’m traveling and the beauty of the experience. I’m writing this to connect the one reading the post with their own life. I really should give the blog a new title: Reflections by (Fr.) Frank. (Many don’t call me “Father”, just Frank, which is just fine).
The next post, and many thereafter, will not be about the actual Camino. I’m simply interested a remaining in contact with people, offering “food for thought” about their own inner journey. If one is a believer and has faith, that would include their relationship with God, Creator, Christ, Higher Power ….
For those who don’t believe, that might be connecting with the spirit of humanity. I am inspired, both by people who believe in God, and those who don’t.
I’m just writing this to see if anyone receives the message. Haven’t used the site in several years and I’m ready to walk another Camino!! If you get this please let me know. If not, I will just have to use WhatsApp which really isnt for reflections.
I’m sitting in the cathedral waiting to celebrate the Pilgrim’s Mass on this beautiful Solemnity of Christ the King. I’m writing in response to an interview with Stanley Tucci, actor, cook and author. He seems like a wonderful person and decent actor. He was being interviewed about his part in a new movie just released, Conclave, based on the bestselling novel. It’s basically the story of the death of a pope and the conclave the will choose his successor.
I know all about the book and its plot and am not really interested in the movie, even if nominated for a dozen Oscars. But I’m very interested in comments he made about Catholicism, which he has abandoned, and faith, in which says he is longer a believer. But when asked about God, he said quite simply and directly said, “We created God.” A very bold statement that speaks volumes about the times in which we live and its many problems, political and otherwise.
Of course, Mr. Tucci is speaking an idea that has been a part of humanity since the Fall, whatever that happens to be. We are our own “gods,” not to be bothered by any restrictions or constrictions regarding our freedom to determine our own “truth.”
At the heart of our faith and the Gospel of Christ is that a “higher power” has created us, but One who is deeply personal and communal of what our loving God created. Weare all a part of creation, and humanity is the pinnacle, the most beautiful part of God’s creation since He has a RELATIONSHIP with us, created us in His wisdom at the very beginnings of Creation. We existed BEFORE we were ever conceived!!!! That is the Truth!!
God created you in LOVE to become love, becoming the very presence of Christ to a wounded world. We build His Kingdom, first and foremost, in the humility that we are totally dependent upon Him for every breath we take, for all of our gifts and talents, which include making movies and Italian food.
On the Cross, the last words of Christ were, “It is finished,” as he surrendered His Spirit to the Father. His mission on earth was complete, but the Resurrection ushered in a new mission that will endure until Christ returns, the mission rooted in the Church. The Advent mystery celebrates our waiting patiently for Christ’s Second Coming, He can’t return soon enough!!!
As I mentioned in a previous post, the Camino begins when I return to Chicago, late on the 27th of November and open the front door of the rectory. Then, it all begins. as the blessings of this journey become a part of the tapestry of my life, giving it new contours, pathways and colors as I wait in advent hope for Christ to come into my life in surprising ways.
And God came through with my first blessing, even though it just took place in Santiago. I received my Compostela, the Certificate of the Camino, acknowledging that I began on October 23 and finished today, November 22nd, which is my father’s 99th birthday.
What a relief of an accomplishment that definitely tried my spirit and my body. The woman who stamped my passport for the last time, came around the counter and gave a huge, long hug. So beautiful!! I’ve been walking around in a bit of a haze, just feeling grateful, as the cold breeze made my steps surprisingly light and airy, especially without the backpack.
And then my mind focused on getting back to Chicago. I checked my email and found the e-ticket. I decided to walk to the train station to make sure the ticket was valid and to verify where, exactly, I was to be this Tuesday. I’m not missing this train to Madrid.
As I walked up the stairs from the station to return to the Old City, God’s surprise happened: the young South Korean man I met a few days ago, Nabukim, bumped into me and shouted my name! Truly unbelievable but this was no accident or chance meeting. It was meant to be. He was standing next to a young woman named Jo. They were planning on getting a bus to go to Finisterre, “the end of the earth,” which is the Atlantic Ocean.
We were both so taken aback and Jo only shared in the joy. And then she said she was going to Portugal in a few days the visit the Shrine of Our Lady of Fatima. She loves Mary. And given my previous post, I love her, too. The entire encounter was a surprise that I will carry with me until I breath my last breath and hopefully will say, “It is finished,” only to be given new breath, new purpose, fulfilled hope as the Risen Lord leads me forth to continue a new, never ending camino, with NO backpack. Only companions of love.
I today’s gospel, Jesus tells us the parable of a nobleman about to receive a kingship who left on a journey to obtain the kingship coming to him. Before he left, he gave 10 servants a gold coin and instructed them to use the coin to engage in trade. Essentially, they were to do something with the one gold coin that would benefit the nobleman chosen to be king.
Upon his return, only one of three men he called before him invested the coin to make more money in the act of investing. Always a risk. But one of the servant kept his gold coping hidden in a handkerchief, refusing to do anything with the coin out of fear that he might lose the coin in the risk of investment. He CLUNG to the coin. Fear controlled him.
The nobleman returned and was furious with this man for hiding the coin and clinging to it, through fear and assuming the nobleman would do the work of investing. “Clinging”is a harsh sounding word and its reality can cause much pain. Clinging to hope when you’re at wits end is one thing, but clinging to money, job security, an award, a position of power and authority, any addiction is quite another. These types of “clinging” suffocate and drain life of energy.
Yes, I’m nearing the end of this pilgrimage of faith, hoping to raise the funds to strengthen our outreach ministries to the poor, the refugee. and the immigrant. I am 25 miles away from Santiago, feeling like Dorothy and her companions as they neared the end of their journey to the Emerald City.
Actually, the movie The Way, starring Martín Sheen, was directed by his son Emilio, who also wrote the script. He based the story on The Wizard of Oz! Yes indeed, a story about a grieving father and his three companions on their way to Santiago in order discover a new path in which to call “home.”
Tomorrow, November 19, is the last, long walk I will take and the question Jesus has kept asking me throughout this journey comes from today’s gospel: “What do you want me to do for you?” He asks that question of each and every person, which means YOU, who are reading this. What do you want Jesus to do for YOU?
How I am answering that question for myself will unfold when I return. Every pilgrimage begins when you return home. The pilgrim must go back home for the journey to have any ability to transform the heart.
