“Why are so many people flying to Bulgaria?” a fellow-pilgrim asked me as we waited to board the plane. “I know why we are going, but why are they?”
I didn’t know why we were going, but I hoped that, sooner or later, someone would tell us. No-one ever did.
Perhaps it was because a previous pilgrimage, with the same group leader and the same tour company, had enjoyed a visit to Romania, and Bulgaria is just next door.
I thought it might be envisaged as the first stage to establishing a link with Christians there, to mutual benefit.
At our opening Eucharist, Andrew chose a gospel reading where Jesus invited his disciples to come away and rest after their missionary activity. Could we, in a busy programme, find space for relaxation and reflection?
I am still searching for that time of reflection. Perhaps this blog will help me.
emeritablog: life after work 