He lit up the street. The trees swayed to his rhythm. We felt a little sad as his voice trailed off, but the day seemed better than before. There has always been a romantic air about itinerants. Something within our souls responds to the image of a journey, an odyssey.
Life is a mystery, an adventure, alive with possibilities.
Some scholars think that there is evidence that Jesus was an itinerant carpenter. The words which are used to describe Him are similar to those in other literature which describe skilled craftsmen who followed a route from village to village. Were this the case, then Jesus would have had a home base. He would also gather friends along the way. There would be a certain movement to His life.