In the final moments of the ‘Wizard of Oz’, Dorothy, far away from home, comes to her senses and clicking her heals says ‘There’s no place like home; there’s no place like home.’ For those of us fortunate to have a place called home then there is something thrilling about travelling back, about leaving the place where we have sojourned, for a while, and arrive back in the familiar place.

Front door

There’s no place like home


So we left Santiago de Compostela this morning delighted that we had made the journey, delighted that we had walked part of the Camino, delighted that we had shared in the Mass in the Cathedral and, feeling blessed by all of this, ready to come back home.

What stayed with me, and what still stays with me, from the Camino, is the sense that others are still making the journey, that others are still on the way.  As we left the city others were arriving and others were half way there and others were just beginning.  Others were somewhere deciding to make the journey, feeling the tug of God to get on the path, others not identifying God in this but feeling drawn to the Way.  I think all of us who have stood on the Camino and arrived in Santiago feel themselves to be part of that great community of people of ‘The Way’. As Christians we feel that is doubly true, that we are always people on a journey and looking to that greater homeland of which the writer of the Letter to the Hebrews speaks.

Here we have no lasting city, but we are looking for the city that is to come. (Hebrews 13.14)

Even the home we come back to is provisional and we look to that place at the end of the road, at the end of the way and, until the journey is over, we keep travelling with Jesus as true companions on the Way.

God of our pilgrimage,
refresh and sustain us
as we go forward on our journey,
in the name of Jesus Christ our Lord.