During Lent this year, I’ve been reading The Journey by John
Pritchard. Written imaginatively from the perspective of John, you travel with
Jesus and the disciples as they journey throughout Galilee, and of course they
will eventually make their way towards Jerusalem where the story will take its
horrifying turn which distresses and saddens us even though we know the ending.
Every day you pick up the book, you are simply walking with
the disciples. It’s not offering profound and deep insights or detailed commentary
on Luke’s gospel, it’s just waking up morning after morning and seeing what
happens on the journey with Jesus. The conversations, the stories, the people,
the miracles, the debates, the emotions, all while we are walking. We go here
today, we eat with these people this evening and we lie down to sleep in this
place tonight.