His name is Ezekiel!

My walking stick's name is Ezekiel. And I am hoping we shall be friends for a long time. Ezekiel was a man who walked with God during a time when the people of Israel were not in very good shape. Ezekiel had a vision, one day, of a great valley filled with dry bones. The way he tells the story, he felt that God was asking him if the bones could live and be vital again. Ezekiel responded that if God should so decree it, the bones would become vital and live again. His response was pretty much all that was needed for the bones to take on lively power and strength again, so that they became in his mind a great army. The point of his vision, Ezekiel tells us, is that we can be lively, despite the dryness of the bones and the hopelessness of the situation. Readers of these reflections of mine know that my cancer has metastasized to the bones. Pretty dry-bone state of affairs. But with God's help, and with the proper amount of medication, we will continue to be part of this great army of walkers, some healthy, some not so healthy, who walk in the direction of hope, and life everlasting. My walking stick tells me that his name is Ezekiel. Not "Zeke" - his name is Ezekiel, and he stands as part of a great army of supporters. And we will get there, by God, though the road be rocky, and the journey be scary, and though the pain should break through unexpectedly. And we will see you, with my friend Ezekiel, on the way to Santiago!