You are pilgrims. I am a pilgrim. This is our song: "I lift up my eyes to the hills. Where does my help come from?"

Like all pilgrims, I’m on a journey. It’s a very important trip. It’s not just a quickie weekend jaunt, in and out of a motel. It’s more than an overnight camp out. It’s even longer than a sweepstakes winning tour of the world. I’m on a journey every day of my life; life is that kind of trip.

The trip is sometimes a fearful and anxious one. I lift my eyes to find help somewhere in those hills.

Aahhh, a bright neon sign beckoning me to come in. Surely there I will find rest for my spirit. There will be people there who will welcome me and take me into the warmth of their company. I will feel good inside, knowing someone cares. I run with my tie flying and burst into the doo…