Day 26c: Knowing where to Look … (05/10/2019)
I’m still not sure how I did it (having reinjured myself in the village of Dompierre), and yet I managed to flow slowly yet smoothly all the way to the small city of Corcelles, where I proceeded to ask several locals about the location of the local Catholic church, and was repeatedly told — in tones that ranged from mockingly bemused to rudely dismissive — that no such church existed and that I should simply get out of town and head to the larger city of Payern to rest there instead … 🙁
My shinsplint was loudly expressing a much different opinion at that point ( 😀 ), so I decided to keep my eyes open as I limped onward — a choice that almost immediately rewarded me with a church steeple sighted just off The Way near the center of town; a steeple that indeed belonged to the Church of St. Nicholas — the very Catholic church in question! :O
Its sanctuary was thankfully open, and I humbly entered to sit and rest under the warm glow coming from stained glass images that were as vibrant as they were apropos — water gushing from a stone, flames leaping from an inconsumable bush, and Jesus being baptized by John.*
“It is crucial to repeatedly remind yourself that it is far more important to gently receive the information that is already available than it is to stridently search for answers to questions believed to be ‘better’ or ‘more important’ … After all, it is not the place where we stand, but rather the direction in which we choose to look, that truly matters.” ~ anonymous
*all of which, in their own unique-yet-similar ways, symbolizing the profound Peace that emanates from (and thereby “descends upon”) those who choose to make their lives about serving others as opposed to serving themselves … 🙂
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