A few weeks ago I was wandering around in Chicago. It’s one of my favorite things in life — wandering around in a city, especially a city like Chicago. I’m not a tour-book guy. App? Forget about it. But I’m a wanderer, I’m a wanderer, I get around, round, round, round, round. I stepped into a church in Chicago. A noon day Mass was going on. I saw a crucifix. I thought a lovely thought that Christ, the resurrected presence of Jesus, still wanders cities. He wanders as a wounded presence through cities, cities like Los Angeles and New York and Chicago. That the wandering wounded Christ is wandering with me. At times looking for me. At times pushing me forward. At times beckoning me into a new thought or feeling or insight. I found myself sitting in the church for a minute. And then more than a few minutes. I then walked out of the church. I felt happy. Not not so much happy, but at peace. And then I walked two blocks because I wanted to go to an art gallery. And then I saw it. Under a window. Scrawled letters. A message. A revelation. A sign. The word was simple. FORGIVE. I read the word. Took a photograph. Suddenly my wandering turned to wondering. Wandering is great. Wondering is . . . well . . . it’s wonderful. Take a Breath. And happy wandering to you and your friends. And if you’re really lucky, I hope you find some happy wondering, too.
April 23, 2014
by Dr. R. Scott