In September, we were invited to walk Saint Cuthbert’s Way in Scotland. As we journeyed uphill and down, over lush meadows and green hillsides dotted with sheep, I was inspired and strengthened by silently repeating the 23rd Psalm: “The Lord is my Shepherd…. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures…..”
Step after step, I pondered why someone would choose a pilgrimage that required such physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual strength. As with every life-changing journey, there is a moment of reckoning: I can’t do this. I don’t have what it takes. I’m not up to the task.
But God speaks through the most unlikely of messengers. As in the Nativity, the sheep are quietly present; knowing that their shepherd will supply all their needs, they do not fear or doubt or worry. They know that they are enough.
And on top of a hill, with tranquil sheep dotting the Scottish countryside, a miracle happened to this weary traveler. A breath of wholeness, serenity, understanding filled my entire being. There was no war, mans’ inhumanity to man, pain, sickness, loneliness, sadness, doubt, longing, or need. There was only a peace that passes all understanding, a portrait of the immense love and joy to come.
And so, on a beautiful Scottish hilltop, you sing. You dance. You are filled with the delight of this incomparable life. With all its challenges, you are enough. You are safe. You are loved. Silent night. Holy night. All is calm, all is bright. May each of us know the peace and promise of the Nativity. The manger holds the Lamb.
—Lorie Courier
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