Pilgrimage of the Heart
I’m going to Italy. Even writing the words feels surreal, like speaking a dream aloud before it’s had a chance to unfold. I’ve never been before. And if I’m honest, I’m not a particularly confident traveller. I overthink hotels I booked, go over my itinerary multiple times, and triple-check my passport before I leave the house. There’s a part of me that would rather stay tucked into the safety of the familiar. And yet here I am, packing my suitcase and my courage, because some journeys are worth the trembling. The truth is that travel and faith have always felt intertwined. Both ask us to step beyond what we know. Both demand a willingness to get lost, to ask questions, to stumble and learn. And both have the power to change not just our surroundings, but the shape of our souls. I know many people feel nervous when discussing their faith. It’s like trying to navigate a foreign city without a map, unsure of the right words, and afraid of making a mistake. But faith, like travel, is less...