Spiritual Reflections from the Camino
June 17, 2024
My friends, this morning I woke and thought I would like to share some final reflections on how walking the Camino impacted me spiritually.
I had actually written a completely different post for today, but that one can wait. Funny how this happens!
The Camino (which Bryce and I have just walked a part of) is essentially a celebration of the life of one of the twelve apostles, James. James is a character in the Bible whom I had not thought much about before. Yet, even though I had not given him much attention, James was one of Jesus's three closest disciples. Jesus named him and his brother John 'sons of thunder', for their sheer passion; and then there was Peter. The three of them, together, were chosen to be at the transfiguration (Matthew 17:1-8), a significant fact.
Peter went on to be the rock on whom Jesus built his church, John went on to be entrusted with looking after Jesus's mother and write some books of the Bible (it's likely he was the author of Revelation). But what about James? He was the first of the twelve to be martyred. And, before that happened, tradition says he went to Spain and brought the Gospel there. A son of thunder working for his deeply loved Lord: I pictured it as I walked.
The Camino is supposedly the path James walked, and his bones are supposedly buried at the end of the pilgrim trail. Whether that is true or not, we can't tell. The part about the bones could be superstition or legend; the history of him evangelizing Spain is also difficult to confirm, but I did find it meaningful that there was a whole pilgrim trail that celebrated his life. I mused to myself that perhaps God even set it up as a celebration of what James gave to, and did for, the church.
John got to write books of the Bible. Peter was the rock on which the church was built. And for James the walk he walked was celebrated.
On the trail, there were many ancient churches -- Some of them were very basic, like this one here. I stopped in them and prayed. I thought of the centuries of Christians. What was church life like for them? Different to how has been for me. No mega-churches! This was all they knew. But it would have been complex, as church is. Imperfect.
We also saw a few nuns, here and there, as we passed through villages. "What does it look like to dedicate your life to God in such a way?" I asked myself. "What does your life entail?"
Throughout the walk we saw artwork of various kinds that depicted either the life of Jesus, or Bible stories. This artwork came in various forms: sculptures, paintings, models. Sometimes the artwork rooted me to the spot, making me think about the scene it was portraying. For example, when I saw the statue of Jesus that I've included here, I imagined myself standing there in the crowd, watching him carry the cross past me.
So that was how it went. It was an interesting experience, and one that got my busy little brain pondering all kinds of new things, purely from being in such a new scene.
Well, that's the Camino. I will be back later in the week with another SUM thought, and in the meantime, have a great week!
Ann