"We are travellers…not yet in our native land" – St. Augustine
I don’t normally just post links to other blogs, but I thought that it was worth doing this time.
Rachel Held Evans, always with something interesting to say, has just posted a blog entry A Christian’s Guide to Not Being A Jerk on the Internet.
Unfortunately, even on the most well-policed internet forums you still see discussions descending into the same sort of nonsense… đ
This is a must read.
This past weekend I was visiting a friend in Washington State and, at the church we visited, saw the following cross hanging above the altar:
Cross at St. Paul’s Cathedral, Yakima
…and this reminded me of something else which I came to understand through studying Greek that I had meant to share…
Dear All,
In rather ironic news, it gives me great pleasure to announce that the Restless Pilgrim blog has moved! It also has had a bit of a face-lift and now sports a new “travel journal” theme đ
I have been blogging since June last year and accumulated over a hundred posts so I decided it was time to commit to this blogging malarkey!
WordPress.com had previously hosted my blog for free at http://ThisRestlessPilgrim.wordpress.com, but the blog now has its own dedicated site here. So please update your email subscriptions, Google Reader and RSS Readers to point to this site.
Life has been rather busy the last few months, what with having a vacation back in England, but I have been working hard and a large collection of posts should soon be seeing the light of day…
Thanks for reading,
David.
I recently told this story to a friend of mine. Â As I was driving home afterwards, I thought that it might be worth sharing here too…
When I was living back in England, my parish had a Hospital Visiting Ministry with which I was involved, run by the Society of St. Vincent de Paul. Every Saturday we would hand out free newspapers, identify the patients who would like to receive Holy Communion the following day and spend some time speaking with them. This would be done by two different people every week, each covering half of the hospital.
Out of all the wards we visited, the one I hated visiting the most was the ASU, where stroke victims were treated. I think I disliked visiting this ward more than any other because it was often a very frustrating experience.
I’ve always placed a very high premium on communication, and those in the ASU usually had difficulty with speaking, a common consequence of suffering a stroke. It frustrated them not being able to make themselves easily and fully understood and it frustrated me in not always being able to understand them.
