I wonder if you’ve ever heard if St Kea? Well, on Day 5 of the End to End we had a picnic in the churchyard of the Church of St Kea on the way to Truro. It’s a beautiful place to rest with camelia and primrose all over. And St Kea? More later.
The lanes were beautiful today. Lined with greenery and flowers with Butterflies making an appearance too. I saw two Orange-tip Butterflies, which are my top pick for these beautiful insects.
There was a brief distraction of the farm shop at Cusgarne and a lovely path beside the mill stream to Hicks Mill to get me back on track. After lunch the last couple of miles into Truro delivered me to the west door of the Cathedral.
And St Kea? One of our exported saints. From the age of the saints, St Kea came down from the North, a bit like I’ve done. Many stories about St Kea have him wandering around Devon and Somerset until finally developing his hermit habits in Cornwall. But then later in life, he left Cornwall, possibly as the result of a dispute with a local leader, and ended up in Brittany. At the time of course there were strong links between the two places. But an exported saint none the less. Like so many others; saints without Borders. Go where God calls you. Indeed crossing borders is very much one of the hallmarks of the saints of the time and one we need to reclaim.
No walls, no Borders:
May we, remembering your saints,
Respond to the needs of the world
And its wandering people,
As they did of old,
Making a home with the marginalised and rejected,
Showing hospitality,
Making God’s call our priority.
JAL 06.04.2019
Day 5 of the End to End, arriving in Truro