Pilgrims on a Journey

Today I ate dinner with a college friend I hadn't seen in two years. We've both traveled the world, lived in Catholic communities, struggled with bad habits, family woundedness and broken hearts. At the end of the night, we cranked Indian hip-hop music and danced full force, uninhibited modern, Indian soul-searchin moves on the sidewalk of an upscale strip mall. A couple of people came out of a restaurant to watch, but mostly the scene was serene—as two old comrades kicked it on the night pavement dancing out years of pain and joy and relishing today’s gift of shared status: pilgrims on a journey.