9 Aug 2024
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I was with some people on a pilgrimage. They were my friends but I have never met them before. A group appeared and we all recognized Jesus and His disciples. We knelt before them and the disciples wondered how we recognized the Lord. Jesus asked to share our camp-we said yes. At sunset, we pulled out a prayer book for the day’s readings. The disciples couldn’t understand what we were saying, but recognized the importance of what we were doing. We finished with a couple of hymns-Joyful, Joyful We Adore The and Aleluia, Let the Holy Anthem Rise.
Jesus sat quietly while the disciples talked among themselves: we were obviously foreigners, dressed in modern clothing and between the four of us we only spoke a few words of Hebrew and Latin. At one point I said to Simon Peter “beware the man who fiddles while Rome burns.” They at least recognized the word “Rome” and asked Jesus for context. Jesus repeated what I said, and I understood it as if it were English even though the disciples could understand as well.
The next day, one of my friends lifted Mary Magdalene on a horse we had. Jesus and I walked together and I told him about the world after He had gone to His Father: it took a hard left and more people worshiped money than Him. He didn’t look surprised, but said mankind was still capable of being saved so long as they carried God in their hearts.
At camp that night, my friends and I noticed the disciples’ feet were blistered and looked sore. We worked together to relieve the pain. One of the disciples noticed I was moving awkwardly and asked why I didn’t ask Jesus for healing. I said I didn’t need healing-there were others with real problems who needed His help more than me.
