I’ve picked up Charles Foster‘s The Sacred Journey for the second time so that I may be reminded there are like-minded but unknown souls in an extended community that stretches around the globe. If I were to meet Mr. Foster, I’m certain I would like him. We speak the same language when it comes to being a pilgrim, only he says it better and more thoroughly.
Foster’s book is part of the Ancient Practices series that explores a range of spiritual disciplines people have used through the ages, except that Protestants threw out many of them during the Reformation. Now, it seems, we’re trying to make up for lost time. Foster wastes no time in drawing the connection between being a Christian, a Christ follower, with its inherent call of the open road. One must move one’s body from Point A to Point B. It is not enough to merely think of wandering and or a nomadic existence in purely spiritual terms, for that would be close to gnosticism. No, Foster says. In essence we must pack up and move on down the road, putting our feet on itchy dirt along a lonely path, or hot asphalt across a desert expanse, or cool flooring at airport security. Where the body goes, the heart and soul are sure to follow. “There is no happiness for him who does not travel.” (The Sacred Journey, p. 57)
I urge you to read Foster’s book. It will have you digging out your passport, looking at maps, making plans and preparations, and setting out on your own sacred journey. Go … just go! Be sure to send a postcard, ‘k?