My knee was feeling much better this morning, so I decided to give it a try. The walk would normally have taken me fifteen minutes, one way, so fifty minutes each way with a cane wasn’t too bad. I wanted to visit the grave of Sister Salvatorina, who died in a car crash on Christmas Eve 2010 with two other sisters who were on their way from the Sea of Galilee to Bethlehem to celebrate Christmas. Sister Salvatorina always took good care of me when she was the sacristan on the Mount of Beatitudes. Every time I saw her she made a point of telling someone, anyone who was near by, that I brought her a missal in English one year, which she had requested for her work with English pilgrims. Her death was, of course, sudden, so I did not get to say good-bye. I wanted to pay my respects. I stood by the place where she was buried and prayed for her and the other sisters, “O God, so often and so well Sister Salvatorina, Sister Rania and and Sister Valeria gave hospitality to pilgrims. Offer the divine hospitality of your heaven to them, now that they have finished their pilgrimage of life.”
With Open Doors 
Father Rob, I just finished reading your 35 postings, and I want to thank you for sharing, not only your journey, but your spiritual journey as well. I will forever remember the image you shared of one small glass of water at your place at table, and what it represents, and will continue to represent to me about the generosity of spirit of the people you love so much in the Holy Land. Each time I think of that image, I must confess I get a lump in my throat and tears. I am sorry about your knee injury, and pray that it will be OK. In one of your early postings you mentioned remembering that you are one of His sheep, but I would like to remind you that you are also one of His shepherds–and a very good one. By your words and your demeanor you announce the Good News to us. May God continue to bless you and keep you safe on your journey.