The Cross: Christ as my constant companion

I just read an entry of Arthur Blessitt's journal in his book, "The Cross." He carried a wood cross across the over 300 countries. I initially was a little critical of such an odd thing to do with your life but after reading this entry, I humbled. Oh, that I would know Christ the way Arthur does, as his constant companion.


Here's an except:

"My emotions almost overcome me as I lie tonight by the sea. The walk is complete and I am alive. I will miss, oh, I will miss, the long walks with just you and me along the roadsides of the world, Lord. You, Jesus, have been my constant companion, and I can hardly conceive of living without our intimate times on the road or at night on the roadsides. There is nothing like being with you with the wind in my face in a distant land or feeling your presence in the midst of danger and conflict."