Got My Shell On

A Pilgrimage starts at your front door. I wrapped up the details of my Texas life over the last few weeks, got my scallop shell and gear, and pointed myself toward Portugal.

One of the details was a sort of Pilgrimage, walking with my brothers in white on Kairos 30 at the Connally Unit last week. Some of the toughest men I will ever meet stepped into the light afterwards, accepting the terrible beating which marks their exit from the gang and entrance into the Christian life. I hope my pilgrimage in Portugal and Spain will be kindler and gentler.

I inadvertently met John Dodds in the HEB parking lot on my way out of town, where he inadvertently gave me a Pilgrim’s Blessing.

Kay and I leave Austin Day after tomorrow.