Hope for a Pilgrim

"Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you”

- Jesus (Sermon on the Mount, Matthew 7:7)

There is something about a wandering, restless person that has always appealed to me. A person who goes from town to town finding work and then leaving when he has made enough to get by. When I was younger, I used to pretend I was a hobo or traveler of some sort. I think that deep down, we are all hobos, gypsies, pilgrims, and sojourners. All of us are going somewhere with our lives. None of us really belong in one place on this Earth. We are going somewhere, but we do not know where. While some may have an idea, others are content with being aimless. Sometimes I feel intent just putting one foot in front of the other and telling myself that my calling is that of a sojourner and that by plodding along I am doing my job. I have come to realize that I am deceiving myself. I've been so intent being a pilgrim that I forget what I am on a pilgrimage to. I forget that there is more to life than being a pilgrim. Even though I have been traveling since birth, and will go on traveling until death, I forget that I will eventually have to stop traveling and come to a resting spot. Even though I have asked, am asking, and will ask for my heart’s desire every day of my life, I forget that eventually I will be given it. Even though I have sought, am seeking and will seek for a cure for pain every day of my life, I forgot that I eventually I will find it. Even though I have knocked, am knocking and will knock, I forget that someday the door actually will open. In essence, I forget to hope. I forget to move towards Christ. Eventually all the roads will be traveled and all the sojourners will have nowhere to wander. We will all end up at the place we started out for, maybe all at the same place. I just need to remember that no matter how far and trying the journey is, there is a reason I am on it.