Ever since I can remember, I have had an awareness of God. He has always been at the centre of my life. He was always in the air I breathed.I also wanted to help others find faith. I’ve always had this kind of desire to serve God and help others find Him even from a young age. One early ambition was to be a missionary! I have no idea where that came from other than God Himself.
Bowing down to an angel An old hermit has come to the door to greet me In long hair and a loincloth of leaves, he beckons me in “Seventy years in the desert and the only visitor an angel Delivering communion bread every Sunday” he says Entering the monastery in Akaldema, he invites me to his cell To talk until sunset and burn incense before praying to God before I tell him I am starving to death, like manna from heaven Bread and water appear miraculously, him now bowing down to an angel At the far end of Gai Ben Hinnom, where Judas Iscariot hanged himself A hermit bids the pilgrims goodbye, with a crown at his feet wearing a loincloth of leaves, blesses the travelers and prays the wild figure standing at the porch invisible to the naked eye.
On the Via Dolorosa I see my Lord, the Way, the Truth and the Life He moveth on wearing a crown of thorns, carrying a cross I see my Lord crawling on the raggedy way leading to Calvary the blood from his forehead smarting His eyes. I am just another bystander witnessing the razor sharp lash cutting into His flesh and I crave to stretch my arms around Him I am on the street the Holy Lamb of God has Walked I am on the Via Dolorosa, In Jerusalem, in the Holy Land.