A few weeks ago, I was talking with some friends who are getting ready to move across the country. They are retired, and are moving to California to be closer to family. This past summer, their children came to visit, wanting to spend some time in the house of their childhood before it’s sold. In many ways, they were on pilgrimage to a place of deep meaning for them. They stayed in the house, walked the neighborhood, visited old friends and hung out in their old haunts. What a blessing it must have been for them, and I’m sure they left Maryland with some new memories which will no doubt blend with the old.
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A Pilgrim’s Journey
