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Mark Wilson

On Pilgrimage

November 15, 2018 | By | No Comments

Thoughts by Mark Wilson

Send out your light and your truth, that they may lead me, and bring me to your holy hill and to your dwellingPsalm 43:3 

Not long after I began volunteering with Dry Bones I was introduced to a long time friend with an uncanny ability to reveal the most apt street names.  I don’t know if the staff member making the introduction recognized this to be a prophetic gifting, or merely imagined it to be an amusing party trick, but I was soon answering a string of seemingly random questions.  What the young man gleaned from my answers is a mystery, as is the way that he used them to stare into the center of my being.  After some time he rattled off in his rambling, unbalanced way my hidden name, Traveller, the Blind Robot.  I admit that I was slightly unnerved by the revelation of it, spoken aloud by a seeming stranger.  Little did I know, blind as I am, how quickly my Read More