The Journey

It's about the journey. As the cathedral dean, Rev. Samuel Lloyd, so eloquently described the travails of the four people from Spokane who drove cross-country through ice and snow, only to have their vehicle totaled, and yet summoned the courage to hitchhike the rest of the way here, I was humbled by how very little we had suffered in the undertaking.

It's about the journey. We came with our children. I selected this venue with care, wanting them to experience a protest of the war that was not secular but grounded in the faith that drives my belief in a better way. I wanted to expose them to some of the tragedy and suffering of the war, but not to destroy their innocence. I wanted them to know peace as an outgrowth of God's mercy and love, and not merely a word on a poster.

It's about the journey in solidarity with so many others. As we traveled, our local parish held a prayer vigil for the protesters, for those serving in Iraq, for the Indiana residents who have lost their lives in the war, for the Iraqi people who have lost so much in this travesty. It's about arriving at the cathedral at the precise moment that others from our church arrive, finding one another in the crowd, sharing hugs and travel stories. About the strangers who shared our journey in spirit—the hotel desk clerk, the taxi driver, the security guard who said: "This is so needed."

Carol Brophy of West Lafayette, Ind., attended with her husband, Sean, and her children, Erin (11) and Ryan (13).

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