I returned
from vacation and just finished wading through all the shared digital photographs we took - editing and organizing the lot, quite a project. I created an album called
highlights to be able to share with interested friends and family members when I
meet with them. As always, the true highlights are not the spectacular
landscapes or amazing food, the rich exposure to people, places, and culture - my real highlights have an
inextricably linked spiritual dimension.
First of
all, I am amazed at how much the Lord loves us and laid His protective hand
over us. It doesn’t mean I didn’t get food poisoning, a URTI (upper respiratory
tract infection), or COVID, but despite all these ailments, I was fortunate
enough to extract maximum joy and pleasure from this trip. I played, I ate, I
laughed, and I spent time visiting with relatives, which is so precious, the
older we all get.
Again,
knowing the desires of our heart, we were always within walking distance of a
church to attend mass. The most amazing one was in Whittier, when the Holy
Family Cathedral was diagonally across from our hotel so we could squeeze in
morning mass before we caught our motorcoach to the port. Best of all, we visited
two cathedrals that Saint Pope John Paul II visited. This has become part of
our holiday tradition for almost every country we visit, we have been able to
follow his ‘trail’. I am an ardent JP2 admirer, if you didn’t know that.
The two
months preceding this vacation have been brutal, so it was a blessing to be able to take time off to recharge. Travel
can be fraught with setbacks and frustrations but ours went like a dream, no
missed connections, no lost luggage, or being scammed by tourist traps. We were always safe, even
when we walked in dodgy neighbourhoods seeking out comfort food. And I slept well, a
much-needed sleep that has been denied for so long.
Finally, my biggest insight is this: my personal cross, which encompasses my vocation and my state of life, will not only win me the crown of eternal life after I die (I can only pray for His mercy in this endeavour), but, it is one I carry most willingly, for it not only speaks of sacrifice, hardship, and great demands; of hurt, loss, and pain; and of sometimes going where I do not desire to go; but it also speaks of impossibly beautiful moments and soul-gratifying, fulfilling experiences; of overflowing peace, joy and deep, bountiful love; and of many opportunities that can potentially lead to the making of me. I can only weep and give thanks in awe of my cross, and I thank God for vacations, and this particular one to Alaska.
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