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The Footsteps of Truth

May 31, 2016

Starting our walk at Santa Monica Pier was difficult. Not physically difficult, since it was cooler and the terrain was hardly difficult. The pier itself is a beautiful place with an amazing view that gives testament to God’s majesty. The difficulty lay in the knowledge that Santa Monica is in the middle of LA, and the dread that many people might react with outright hostility to the message that was to be silently witnessed. There still remains dread in the thought of bearing whatever hostility might occur in that same silence, and in the fear of public humiliation. None of these things occurred at the time of our walk around the pier, but the thought that Jesus Himself bore all these things and worse in His journey to the cross became a resolution of courage, a conviction that whether we walk together or separately, we never walk alone, because we walk with Him, in Truth.

Along the way we’ve met our own Monica, who gave the Lord a moment of respite as he went on His arduous journey. Our Monica was two-fold, and went by the names Vivian and Paul. They did more for us than wipe our faces, generously offering us room in their house over the weekend, food during the course of our stay, and rides to Mass. The food was delicious, but the true beauty of the visit lay in the companionship offered by someone outside of our journey and the reassurance that there are others who walk with us in spirit.

This feeling of appreciation and encouragement has been repeated many times by the countless others who’ve given in prayers, finances, and support. There are those who come up to us when we’re shopping for groceries to point out the butter we can’t find and thank us for our witness, the ones who recognize our shirts without being told and applaud our efforts (politically correct or not), and the many people who’ve seen us walking in the heat of the day and stopped to offer us help and water. These people always leave with our thanks and our prayers for their generosity.

One highway patrol who saw a team walking stopped to check that they were all right and when he was told of the purpose of the group, made sure to show his support by taking pictures of the team with his cruiser and the awe-inspiring backdrop of the Mojave desert and mountains. He also encouraged the team by giving us a goal for the end of our shift—about three miles up the road there was a beautiful blue-green view of the Colorado River travelling through an aqueduct to L.A. The sight inspired us at the end of our day and left us with an awe for God’s creation and gratitude for the officer He sent our way to give us a boost when our energy was flagging.


The journey we have undertaken in no way compares to the physical, emotional, and psychological torment He bore on His last journey, but there remains a certain amount of joy in the thought that we are walking in His footsteps… the footsteps of Truth. In spite of the heat and the blisters and the irritation, we embrace the small crosses He gave us today, which He has mercifully mixed with inspiring adventures, and look forward to those of tomorrow.


Living Pro-Life

September 3, 2015
2015 Northern Walk at the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception

2015 Northern Walk at the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception

Being Pro-Life means being Pro-Living. It’s…

Taking a risk and going on a pilgrimage across the country,

Laughing at a kid while he cleverly attaches himself to the back of his mom’s bag as she rolls it across an airport terminal,

Striking a conversation with a fellow passenger on a plane to figure out where he’s been and where he’s going,

Running down a street without any breath left and then going a little further – just to do it,

Buying, cooking, and eating a delicious meal with friends,

Snapping a picture of a perfect and unforgettable Washington State sunset

Veering off onto a Montana highway exit with an appealing sign to experience an original adventure

Climbing a random and unnamed hill in South Dakota with friends on a dare,

Visiting with mom, dad, and/or grandparents on the phone at the end of a top-notch day,

Falling asleep while reading a captivating book, waking up early the next morning to finish it, and then throwing it at the nearest reader to have someone else to talk to about it,

Surprising old friends with fresh doughnuts at their front door,

Debating with a close friend in the car for two hours in front of the house because the conversation is just that interesting,

Skipping up to a friend on their birthday because walking would take too long,

Goofing off with friends after a long day and week,

Asking questions and being curious about people and the world,

Displaying gratitude for the sacrifices and time people have spent on others,

Smiling at the people around any and every room,

Loving everyone – especially those who disagree,

Laughing and thanking God for the gift of life.

Yes, life does have trying moments – emotionally, spiritually, and physically. But one cannot give up on life whenever it becomes an inconvenience or a challenge. There’s just too much to be joyful and grateful for.

The Pro-Lifer must give faith to those who doubt, hope to those in despair, and love to everyone at every moment every day – whether he or she is growing in the womb, standing nearby, or laying in a hospital bed.

Being Pro-Life means to uphold the dignity and sanctity of ALL human life. And because the Pro-Lifer loves to live, he/she tirelessly moves to allow EVERYONE else the same opportunity to enjoy the joys of life he/she has come to appreciate and love.

Northern Walk ’15

Life on Central Walk

August 1, 2015

Laura PostIn the last 10 weeks I have been on crossroads I have realized some things: In an RV with 13 other people there is no such thing as personal space, it is called shared space. Wearing tennis shoes up to 6-7 hours, with the sun glaring down on you, you will get a weird suntan. Stepping into a shower after a long day of walking out on the road is liking stepping into a part of heaven. On this walk you will find people from all over the US even the world since we have someone from Italy here.

In a few weeks crossroads will be ending, that means no more long hours of walking and sweating, no more speaking in front of parishes, no more having to deal with smelly shoes in the shoe bin, and no more trying to figure out where to sleep; however, with Crossroads ending that also
means I will have to leave the crossroads family I have made over the summer, who I have grown to love and cherish even though its only been almost three months since I met them. We have done so much together like talking, laughing, giving hugs, sassing each other, deciding who walks first or who speaks first at parishes, and arguing over who helps with cooking and dishes. Why when we get so closely stitched together as a family we have to leave to go back to our original
families? I guess its the way of life, but I shall always remember and cherish my crossroads family, and maybe, hopefully, we’ll see each other again in the near future. I love you guys!!!

Central Walk ’15



Welcome to Crossroads: Part 1/3

August 1, 2015

When I applied for Crossroads back in February I had a hard time finding information about the day to day life of Crossroads. This makes sense to me now, as I’m sure it’s different every year for each team. Anyway, we as a team have decided to give y’all the rundown of what our daily life looks like here in Northern America.

Part 1: Morning Shift

The title may have given it away but just in case you were wondering our team of twelve young adults is split into two shifts each day. You got it, a morning and an afternoon shift.

We begin walking each day as soon as there is full visibility, roughly a half hour after sunrise. Wake up time is depends on which time zone we are in. Some days we have had to wake up at 4:15/4:30am (Washington) or more recently 5:45/6:00am (Pennsylvania). As soon as that alarm goes off we get up so as to not wake up the afternoon crew. We quietly get dressed, roll up our sleeping bags, make the beds and grab a quick bite to eat. Then roll out…

On a good day we are only a couple miles out of where we need to start walking for the day. On a not so good day, we need to drive sometimes up to an hour. This has its benefits though because if you aren’t copilot then you can sleep. 😉 Which most of us can do just about anywhere, including the side of the highway. (See: Bear attacks on the Northern Walk)

Once we reach our destination the first two people hop out and start walking. The support van drives ahead two miles while checking the road to make sure there is a safe amount of shoulder. The van also checks for construction or anything that would not be safe to walk in. If it’s safe, see you in two miles; if not, the van picks you up and drives to where it is safe.

We walk in two to three mile increments. Eric always makes sure a guy and a girl are walking together. During each shift we try to pray 5 decades of the rosary or a chaplet of Divine Mercy for the end to abortion, for healing for all those affected by abortion, and for all the intentions that people have given us over the weeks. We quickly learned that we can pray a rosary in the time it takes to walk a mile granted that you aren’t walking uphill. For myself, it usually takes longer as praying makes breathing feel impossible.

We are very blessed that we get to attend daily mass; you just can’t beat starting off with Jesus! I don’t think it would be possible for us to continue our mission without the Eucharist every day. I think Mary Beth put it best saying, “We need our daily Jesus fix.”
Our seasoned and decorated walk leader Eric and his faithful sidekick Jelani do an awesome job of finding where and when the local masses are and deciding which one to go to (that is, on the days when we have options…) Usually Mass is between 7am and 9am which means we have to stop walking so that we can make it on time.

After mass we all pile into the RV to say Morning Prayer from the Liturgy of the Hours. Once we finish, morning shift again rolls out and continues to walk. We end sometime between 1:00 and 3:00pm. The time depends on how long of a break it was for mass and the drive to and from.

The RV will usually meet morning shift on the road and we try and switch teams as fast as possible. Granola bars, fruit and water are the essentials we have with us in the support van and we usually make ourselves sandwiches to take with or we eat once we get back.

As soon as everyone is seated we set out for our destination for the night. Normally, everyone in the RV is asleep shorty after we start driving. The driver and copilot keep each other awake either with music or conversation.

The two most important things to check for before committing to a campsite are the showers and laundry facilities. Laundry can build up for a few days without it being too big of a problem. On the other hand, you definitely don’t want to run into us after we haven’t showered in a couple days. You should take my word for it!

We are the lucky shift that gets to do the grocery run before heading to where we are staying. Therefore, we don’t have to leave in the RV once we’re there. Showers are usually the first thing that happens after we sign in. Then naps, exploring, and setting up the tent start until we need to start dinner so that it’s ready when afternoon shift gets home.

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If you want to know what happens on afternoon shift, stay tuned for Part 2…

Angelica LeFebvre

Northern Walk ’15


The Transformation Station

July 30, 2015


Everyone, when they come on Crossroads, brings a little of him or herself with them. The beauty is that everything we bring, ourselves as well as our experiences and perspectives, are not just accepted, they are embraced. As an Agricultural Economics student at the University of Kentucky, I sometimes compare my life to a train. For example, what usually happens when I need to study is that the train travels past the Motivation Station and stops right at the Procrastination Station. I had no idea that the number of stations would exponentially increase once I got to Crossroads and others would join in on the fun. I’ll show you what I mean.

Everyday we visit the Hydration Station by keeping our gallon jugs and plastic water bottles filled and with us. It helps us get through the Perspiration Station. We have a whiteboard in the RV labeled the Inspiration Station where people will write Bible verses or inspirational quotes. I don’t know if we’d be able to get through the day without them. We have two Transportation Stations. They are the Majestic, our RV, and the support van. The Relaxation Station is the time we spend in the bathroom or shower. This is one of the only times we get to be truly alone. At night the Hibernation Station is visited as we sleep. Each day, we attend the Transubstantiation Station as we go to mass and the Sanctification Station because, when we face the facts, all of Crossroads’ daily struggles are sanctifying. We are there for each other and visit the Affirmation Station when we encourage each other as we walk. The Information Station is our daily team meeting. We are the bosses of the Annihilation Station when we kill all the bugs outside and in the van.

On the weekends, we encounter the Inspiration Station as well, through the people we talk to and how they generously support us. After weekend masses we have the Presentation Station, where we share our stories with congregations. The families that host us are experts at the Accommodation Station.

And occasionally we visit the Decoration Station, as we decorate the side of the RV or a dessert for someone’s birthday. Sometimes we’re lucky and we see the Sanctification Station again through confession or go to the Adoration Station if the church offers it. And sadly, some of us have been at the Inflammation Station with sprained ankles or other injuries.

To me, Crossroads is the Transformation Station. We walk to change the hearts and minds of others. Through attempting to do this, and through God’s grace, we are significantly transformed as well.

Daniella Straathof

Additional Stations provided by the 2015 Northern Walkers

Northern Walk ’15


Christmas In July (the Twelve Weeks of Crossroads)

July 24, 2015

‘Twas the night before Christmas (in July) and all through the RV, not a creature was stirring, not even the walk leader…


In tribute to the various elements which constitute a summer of Crossroads, the Central Walk team proudly presents:

The Twelve Days Weeks of Christmas Crossroads.

On the first week of Crossroads, my dear Lord gave to me: A Walk Leader in an RV.

On the second week of Crossroads, my dear Lord gave to me: Two Gatorades, and Walk Leader in an RV.

On the third week of Crossroads, my dear Lord gave to me: Three mile shifts, Two Gatorades, and Walk Leader in an RV.

On the fourth week of Crossroads, my dear Lord gave to me: Four tired guys, Three mile shifts, Two Gatorades, and a Walk Leader in an RV.

On the fifth week of Crossroads, my dear Lord gave to me: FIVE HOURS OF SLEEP!!! Four tired guys, Three mile shifts, Two Gatorades, and a Walk Leader in an RV.

On the week sixth of Crossroads, my dear Lord gave to me: Six blisters popping, FIVE HOURS OF SLEEP!!! Four tired guys, Three mile shifts, Two Gatorades, and a Walk Leader in an RV.

On the seventh week of Crossroads, my dear Lord gave to me: Seven bottles of sunscreen, Six blisters popping, FIVE HOURS OF SLEEP!!! Four tired guys, Three mile shifts, Two Gatorades, and a Walk Leader in an RV.

On the eighth week of Crossroads, my dear Lord gave to me: Eight stubborn girls, Seven bottles of sunscreen, Six blisters popping, FIVE HOURS OF SLEEP!!! Four tired guys, Three mile shifts, Two Gatorades, and a Walk Leader in an RV.

On the ninth week of Crossroads, my dear Lord gave to me: Nine road kill sightings, Eight stubborn girls, Seven bottles of sunscreen, Six blisters popping, FIVE HOURS OF SLEEP!!! Four tired guys, Three mile shifts, Two Gatorades, and a Walk Leader in an RV.

On the tenth week of Crossroads, my dear Lord gave to me: Ten gallons of water, Nine road kill sightings, Eight stubborn girls, Seven bottles of sunscreen, Six blisters popping, FIVE HOURS OF SLEEP!!! Four tired guys, Three mile shifts, Two Gatorades, and a Walk Leader in an RV.

On the eleventh week of Crossroads, my dear Lord gave to me: Eleven alms a-given, Ten gallons of water, Nine road kill sightings, Eight stubborn girls, Seven bottles of sunscreen, Six blisters popping, FIVE HOURS OF SLEEP!!! Four tired guys, Three mile shifts, Two Gatorades, and a Walk Leader in an RV.

On the twelfth week of Crossroads, my dear Lord gave to me: Twelve weeks of walking, Eleven alms a-given, Ten gallons of water, Nine road kill sightings, Eight stubborn girls, Seven bottles of sunscreen, Six blisters popping, FIVE HOURS OF SLEEP!!! Four tired guys, Three mile shifts, Two Gatorades, and a Walk Leader in an RV!

Inspired by true events. Not all figures are accurate.

Written by Ben(Jamin) Corbalis and Sarah Goodman


Saying Goodbye

July 20, 2015

I hate when good things come to an end.

I guess really everyone does though, don’t they?

Leaving Crossroads two weeks ago was hard for me. Not only was I leaving some of my best friends, I was leaving the trip of a lifetime. Getting on the plane in Dallas and flying home was saddening but I knew I’d be back with Crossroads in future summers!


Now that I’m home, people always ask if I enjoyed my trip, if I liked it.

Sometimes, I don’t even know what to say. I mean, how do I even begin to articulate the immense blessing that Crossroads was in my life?


How do I explain to someone, in passing, that I met Christ everyday in the other walkers and the people we met?


When we were in El Paso, I saw a superhero.  You see, we were at the abortion clinic there, praying as usual.

Many people came in and out. Most ignored us, some stopped and spoke with the sidewalk counselor there. She offered them post-abortive healing – something they desperately needed. After a while, a woman came out sobbing. She and the sidewalk counselor embraced, then began to talk.

We assumed the woman needed healing – her abortion had obviously left her distraught, so we began to pray for her. She eventually left, and we hoped that she would stay in contact with the sidewalk counselor.

I remember having respect for this woman- it’s not easy to admit that you are suffering, especially after something like an abortion. I mean, aren’t we told it’s “okay” and it’s “no big deal”? So to ask for help, especially from a pro-lifer who is targeted as “the enemy”? That’s almost akin to admitting you were wrong, which takes courage and humility to do.

As we were leaving the abortion clinic though, the sidewalk counselor explained to us what had happened that day. Our assumptions had been wrong – God be praised, the woman wasn’t searching for healing post-abortion. Instead, she had been in the palm of the Enemy, in the abortion clinic itself when she had turned around, walked out the front door, and saved her child’s life.

As I said, I saw a superhero that day. I only wish I could have met her.


It’s easy to say “well she didn’t save a life, she simply didn’t take one”. But surrounded by lies, by people telling her that her child’s death was the only way out, doesn’t it take a superhero to see through these lies? Doesn’t it take a superhero to “no” even under such extreme pressure? Doesn’t it take a superhero to walk away from the “easy path” and choose the unclear one?

I pray for that woman. I pray for her child. For their safety, health, and well-being, but most of all that she always know she made the right choice.


We met so many amazing people at every parish, at every stop. I’ll never forget the doctor we called our “guardian angel”! Two weeks into the walk another walker and I developed bronchitis. Well, technically I developed bronchitis then managed to infect him. But that’s just a detail.

After a trip to urgent care, we hoped that we were on the mend. It wasn’t to be though.  After another week of coughing and coughing and coughing, a family at a parish we were speaking at stopped us. The mother of the family had heard me coughing and told me that her husband, who was a doctor, would see me! This amazing family ended up opening their home to me and my sick compatriot.  After listening to our cough, our guardian angel doctor prescribed us some antibiotics and sent us on our way. Luckily, they did the trick and eventually the walk was well again.


I wish I could write about every host family we had, every person who really was Christ for us. But this is a blogpost, not a book, so I’ll have to leave it at this: every host family we had was a blessing. Some woke up at 5 am to cook us breakfast, others let us use their pool and warm towels. Still others set up air mattresses and Netflix for us and they all cooked absolutely amazing food. No matter where we went, we had a little family.


(photo by Will Callaghan)

Even now, I keep in touch with the amazing people I walked with. They were all like my older siblings – loving, great role models, and just a little bit weird! I’ll always remember my late night talks with them, and the advice they gave me about all aspects of life.

Through all the people I met this summer, my life was changed. I’ll never be quite the same, and  I’ll never look at the world in quite the same way.

Before Crossroads, I thought I had a strong faith. I prayed at the local abortion clinic 4-5 times a year, I went to mass every Sunday and every Thursday, I had even started praying the rosary while I drove. But now I truly understand how much more my faith can grow. I learned how much God truly loved me at Crossroads, and I learned how much I truly love him and my Holy Mother. Now I feel lost without daily mass, I ache to go to adoration and confession, and morning and night prayer are an integral part of my day. I’m already applying to be a volunteer with my local crisis pregnancy center, and I hope to be trained as a sidewalk counselor one day.

I’m not saying this to pat my own back, to say what a good job I’ve done. Because truly, my faith is so little compared to others. I’m still so lost in this world, and I still find myself believing so many of Satan’s lies. But I tell you this to try to explain how much Crossroads and the people I met while walking changed my life.

Before I walked, I was searching for Christ, but I really didn’t quite understand how to find him. Today, I’m still searching, I’m still walking towards him, and I always will be. But this summer I learned what the path I needed to walk looked like and how to truly draw closer to him.

Each person I met this summer was on this path. Really, we all are.  And because they chose to share a little part of their journey with me, they pointed me in the right direction, helping me reorient myself every time I got lost.

When I went on Crossroads I said I wanted to change lives, and I guess I started with my own.

by Anneliese “Al”