July arrives with a cool breeze and days celebrated as holy. It is July, and the calendar is full of names: James, Mary Magdalene, Thomas, Benedict, Mary and Martha, Ignatius, etc. Some feast days shine brightly; others are almost unnoticed. But all these saints together form a small constellation around Christ and give us a glimpse into what discipleship might look like today.
The Gospels recall the bold request of his mother Salome and Jesus’ gentle but searching response: “Can you drink the cup I am going to drink?” James and John answered, “We can.” Jesus did not offer status; he gave a share in his life and in his suffering. James became a leader in Jerusalem, giving gifts to the poor, healing divisions, and in the end giving his life for Christ.
Around James, the early Church was learning that the risen Lord is not a ghost or vague notion. “Ghosts do not eat,” the Gospels tell us. The risen Christ eats and walks the road and meets people in their fear, joy and weariness. Faith is in real bodies, in real places, on real tables.
The long story of James is etched in legend from the western edge of Europe to Compostela and the Camino. Pilgrims still walk that road and pray with their feet, with quiet longings and deep questions in their hearts.
But pilgrimage is not only in miles.
It is driven by desire: the slow, patient way people want to trust God more deeply, to go where Christ leads them. Most of us aren’t going to cross Spain with a pack on our back, but we all are pilgrims.
Holy ground waits for us in hospital corridors, kitchen sinks, long late-night conversations, in the small faithful work we do every day.
The God who meets travellers on the road to Compostela meets us on the ordinary paths we travel. And if we remember James and all the saints this month, we might hear that simple invitation: “Follow me.”
May we be given courage for the cup before us, trust for the road we don’t know, and eyes to see the grace already woven in our daily life.
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