The summer before my senior year of high school, I decided I
wanted to go out for a varsity sport. Though there were many reasons, they all
boiled down to this: I wanted to connect more with my father. You see growing
up I knew my dad was a real manly kind of man. He went loved hunting and
fishing, fixed things around the house and worked on cars because he liked it.
I wasn’t a huge fan of fishing (I found it kind of boring, but at least you
could read). I didn’t care for hunting (same as fishing, but without the book)
and I really, really wasn’t interested in rebuilding cars (Dad would have to
wait for my youngest sister to find a kindred spirit there). It’s not that I
ever thought my dad was disappointed in me. I knew he wasn’t. It was just that
there weren’t a lot of interests we had in common and I wanted more of a
connection with him.
So, I asked around among friends on the different teams
trying to find a sport that I had a chance of lettering in with only one
season. My friend Adam convinced me with this advice: “Running cross country is
easy. Step one: start running … that’s it. There is no step two.” (Advice I
would later hear eerily echoed by NPH’s Barney on How I Met Your Mother). I joined the team, I earned my varsity letter, got
the jacket, connected a bit more with my dad and learned that I hate running.
I’d rather walk.
For this reason, I was more than a little excited about
Charles Foster’s entry in the Ancient Practices Series, The Sacred
Journey. I envisioned a solitary
soul purposefully walking across deserts and scaling mountains.
It didn’t take long before I realized I had it all wrong.
Foster’s book is less about walking and more about moving.
Moving from a place of normalcy in the name of God, in search of a place that
feels sacred where we can experience God more intimately, precisely and
poignantly. I very much enjoyed Foster’s interweaving of his own experiences
with the history of the importance of sacred journeys within the Christian
tradition.
I’m not as big a fan of one of his repeated claims
throughout his book, that God has a preference for the pilgrim and disdain for
those who settle. Though Foster points to Jesus’ status as a camping wanderer,
I just don’t buy that God hates the city. God can work just as decidedly in transforming
people in the city as He can on the road.
In spite of my main issue with it, I recommend you pick up The Sacred Journey. It will challenge you in a way that I imagine you haven't been challenged before. It'll be good for you.
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