Thursday, June 18, 2015

I can hardly believe I just ate a whole plate of fried calamari.

The Spirit comes to help us in our weakness. For when we cannot choose words in order to pray properly, the Spirit expresses our plea in a way that could never beput into words., and God who knows everything in our hearts knows perfectly well what He means, and that the pleas of the saints expressed by the Spirit are according to the mind of God. Romans 8:26-27

Prayer is not what is done by us, but rather what is done by the Holy Spirit in us. 

When we speak about the Holy Spirit, we speak about the breath of God breathing in us.

God made a covenant with us. The word "covenant" means "coming together." God wants to come together with us. In many of the stories in the Hebrew Bible, we see that God appears as a God who defends us against or enemies, protects us against dangers, and guides us to freedom. God is God-for-us. When Jesus comes a new dimension of the convenient is revealed. In Jesus, God is born, grows to maturity, lives, suffers, and dies so we do. God is God-with-us. Finally, when Jesus leaves He promises the Holy Spirit. In the Holy Spirit, god reveals the full depth of the covenant. God wants to be as close to us as our breath. God wants to breathe in us, so that all that we say, think, and do is completely inspired by God. God is God-within-us. Thus God's covenant reveals how much He loves us. Henri Nouwen, Bread for the Journey.

And now the bells tolls for seven in the morning. Time to gently wake up my fellow pilgrims and prepare for today's journey. May I learn one day deeper what it means to breathe in Him.

Well, nine o'clock. Brandon tried a fancy thing of putting a dollar bill in RJ's tire to fill in the space where a tumorous bulge left gaping.

And it worked for a 25 km ride glorious hills down to the coast again, with a sort of frightening ridge of snow-capped mountains not too far in the distance glowering down at us. And then it popped. So Brandon pulled off his packs and is riding past San Vicente to the next town where these nice old people sitting in the sun said the was a bike shop. And I too am resting in the sun, next to a field full of mama cows and their babies, overlooking our next huge downhill, once Brandon arrives. Oops, I mean once he arrives without a tire and I hitchhike into a town in the opposite direction. After that I mean.