If it’s the 25th, no December, it might be an apostle’s feast day. Today is a good one, my cathedral’s name saint and the patron of a very famous way, as my friend Fran blogs today here.
It’s one of those days I wish I were younger, or able to live to be 200 in vigor. I missed walking the Camino when I was younger. I was ignorant of European pilgrimages compared to the domestic ones my mother oversaw for my parish growing up. I didn’t hear of it till the 90s, by which time I was married, working, and not getting a month free from parish and spousal obligations.
Then, I was likely fit to go for days those decades ago. I still think I could tackle the paths to Santiago de Compostela, at least part of the way. Alas, world travel is for those who have a bit of wealth or youth to spare, and I have neither. But I would urge any young friend to go. I just know it would be graced and good.
Saint James, pray for all of us, especially those who need to find the way.