Back in July I
attended at stateside World Youth Day event. The pilgrims there gathered in
Washington, D.C. for catechist talks, veneration, and Mass. It was a
small-scale replica of what the pilgrims in Krakow were doing and seeing. We
gathered from across the country and ate Polish food, saw Polish dancers, and
visited the Holocaust Museum (the pilgrims in Poland toured Auschwitz). The
prayers were said in English, Spanish, Vietnamese, Tagalog, Polish, and ASL. The
idea was that we couldn’t make the pilgrimage to Poland, but we could
experience the pilgrim spirit and show solidarity with those who did go.
I wasn’t really sure
about being a pilgrim. Can one be a pilgrim in less than 48 hours? My ideas of
pilgrimages are mainly sourced from The
Canterbury Tales and The Way. So,
walking around Europe with strangers. My idea of a pilgrimage is a very
individualistic trip—one of self-realization and renewal. But this pilgrimage
was all about the collective, solidarity with those in Krakow. It was about
being part of something bigger than yourself, and any individual actualization
was a byproduct, not the selling-point.
I guess what always
turned me off to the idea of pilgrimage is the idea that I should expect some
profound spiritual change. I’ve never held the idea that I could choose when to
have an awakening, that I can plan a trip and organize spiritual insight. Now,
the visiting places of religious significance I understand, because I’m a
history buff, but I don’t think all those Europeans were travelling to
Jerusalem in the 1100s because they were history nerds on vacation. But for me
there is a fear of pilgrimaging: what if I spend all this time and money and
effort to reach this holy place, and feel nothing?
But I’ve realized
pilgrimage doesn’t have to be about that (and maybe never was meant to). My
modern sensibilities prioritize the individual’s feelings, but feelings are
fleeting, and they can be deceptive.
Faith is more than feel-goods and epiphanies. A pilgrim goes to a shrine
because they are told to or because they need to or maybe because they want to.
In the act of pilgrimaging, the reasons don’t matter so much; the pilgrim fades
away into the faces of the thousands of other pilgrims—there together or over
the centuries. It doesn’t matter that I
go; it matters that a pilgrim goes.
It matters that the saint is venerated, the holy day observed, the faith kept.
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