A friend wrote,
“Dear Paul,
This year we too purchased a ‘new’ car. God is provisioning all of us with ‘rubber that grips the road’ to travel safely around ‘the road’ to and in Zion. We also got a car with all wheel drive for any ‘off road’ adventures in God.
Also, a week before Christmas the Holy Spirit said a word to me in prayer time: ‘Transeamus’. As a choir boy we sang Britten’s ceremony of carols each year in NYCity. One of the mediaeval poems he set to music was ‘There is no Rose”. The final words are ‘Transeamus Transeamus’. Latin for ‘we are crossing over, we are going across’ This year there is a cross trekking and crossing over, or definitely a setting out, as you describe in your ‘Voyage’.
Transeamus (let us cross over).
Collins”