Dear Divine Ma,
What do You want me to learn today?
What does it mean to you to be at the shores of the Sea of Galilee? The wavelets lap against the shore. The view stretches beyond the empty horizon. The sound of tour guides murmur in the background. Our singing has died down, pilgrims one by one wandering sleepily back toward the tour bus. What are you still doing here at the shore? It’s because I ever await your call anew. “I am a sponge,” like my dear friend Charles likes to call it, drinking in all experiences that might lead me to feel God’s presence once more. Pilgrimage is filled with these moments, if I can only keep myself open, and listen. God waits for me to be both quiet enough, and receptive.