There is a timeworn word ‘Journey’ used to describe Christian living. Our lives are not static – we go through various landscapes as we mature, and come across stumbling blocks. Learning to negotiate around these is what gives us character and strength to keep going. We learn who we really are, at core.
Lately my journey has taken me into an examination of ‘faith’. I go into nursing homes and hospitals, meeting devoted Christian people caught in webs of dementia and deep sadness. I see people confronted with compromised mobility wondering how they will cope when sent home, but not wanting to go into nursing homes. I see people tired of living. And I wonder about what I can offer them.