The New Allure of Sacred Pilgrimages

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ARMY Staff Sgt. Juan Roldan was on patrol in Baghdad in 2006, when a warhead struck his vehicle, killing two colleagues. Sergeant Roldan suffered a blow to his spinal cord, a traumatic brain injury and severe damage to his legs, both of which had to be amputated above the knee. “When I first got injured, I was having nightmares, I was having anger issues,” he said. “I felt like I would have been better off dead.”

Last year, Sergeant Roldan traveled with dozens of other veterans, many in wheelchairs or hospital gurneys, from the Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington to the town of Lourdes in southwest France. They were making a pilgrimage to the Catholic shrine to Saint Bernadette, a teenage girl who in 1858 claimed to have had multiple encounters with the Virgin Mary. At the climax of the event, Sergeant Roldan and his fellow pilgrims lined up to bathe in the town’s sacred waters.

These veterans are among the growing number of Americans joining the worldwide boom in spiritual travel. This growth comes at a time when organized religion around the world is feeling threatened. In the United States, surveys from Pew and others show that attendance is down, membership is down, even the number of people willing to define themselves as religious is down. A 2012 Gallup study of 39 countries (from Asia to Africa) found a “notable decline across the globe” in self-described religiosity, down 9 percent in just seven years.

Pilgrimage, meanwhile, is more popular than ever. At the First International Congress on Tourism and Pilgrimages in September, the United Nations released a study finding that of every three tourists worldwide, one is a pilgrim, a total of 330 million people a year. These figures include 30 million to Tirupati in India, 20 million to Our Lady of Guadalupe in Mexico, 15 million to Karbala in Iraq, and four million to Lourdes.

Last year I went on six of these pilgrimages to explore what this new phenomenon says about the future of faith. In addition to the trip to Lourdes, I bathed in the Ganges River along with 100 million people during the 55-day Kumbh Mela, trekked on a 700-mile Buddhist path in Japan, walked in the footsteps of prophets in Saudi Arabia and Jerusalem, and traveled with African-Americans to reclaim their roots in Nigeria. What I found is that pilgrimage is not merely ancillary to the modern spiritual existence. In an age of doubt and shifting beliefs, people are no longer willing to blindly accept the beliefs of their ancestors. They are insisting instead on choosing their own beliefs. A pilgrimage can be a central part of this effort.

For as long as humans have walked, they have walked to get closer to their gods. The Babylonians made pilgrimages, as did the Greeks, Israelites, Chinese and Mayans. The Arabic word for pilgrimage, hajj, comes from the Hebrew word for celebration, hag. In Tibetan, the word for human being means “goer.”

But pilgrimage has exploded recently for a variety of reasons, including the ease of international travel. Though all Muslims are called to make the hajj at least once, in 1920 only 50,000 people did. Last year it was more than two million.

More important, religious identity is more fluid these days. Half of Americans have changed their religion at least once; one in four is in an interfaith marriage. The most popular thing you hear in faith circles these days is, “I’m not religious — I’m spiritual.” Everyone is on a journey.

Even people who are deeply religious go through periods of questioning. Brian Kwan, a young photographer in Colorado Springs, was born to Buddhist parents but converted to Christianity at 16. When his father died suddenly, he began to question his faith. He decided to hike the Jesus Trail, a four-day, 40-mile journey from Nazareth to the Sea of Galilee. He carried no luggage.

At one point Mr. Kwan ran out of food and water and became disoriented. He wandered in the heat for 10 hours. “That was the scariest part,” he said, “but I knew that God was with me, and that my dad was with me, too.” His experience proved pivotal, and when he reached the Jordan River, he chose to become baptized.

“The moment that you stop questioning,” he said, “is the moment you stop growing. You’re either walking in the direction of God or you’re walking away.”

Not all pilgrims are religious. On Shikoku Island in Japan, I met Alexander Fu and Jennifer Tsai, two Americans who had recently graduated from medical school. They were embarking on an 88-temple trek in honor of the revered Buddhist monk Kobo Daishi.

Mr. Fu told me he was a man of science, not religion. “But now we’re at a turning point in our lives, when we’re about to have responsibilities to actually take care of people,” he said. “It’s a good time to reflect on how we want to conduct ourselves.”

Others go on sacred journeys to deepen their identity. Alafia Stewart, a recent college graduate from New York, attended the annual festival in Osogbo, Nigeria, in honor of the river goddess Osun. Her goal was to get in touch with her Yoruban ancestors, who were wrenched from that area and sold into slavery. “So much of our religious faith was taken away, our names were taken away,” she said. “There is no power in not knowing who you are. This journey, coming back here, means that I’m taking back that power.”

The idea of suffering links many pilgrimages. Often the food is bad, the accommodations uncomfortable, the weather unpleasant. Traveling in congested places, with little sleep and upset stomachs, is taxing. This is especially true in Mecca, where busloads are assigned slots to visit popular sites, often in the middle of the night.

Amira Quraishi, the Muslim chaplain of Wellesley College, was especially disappointed by the disjointed schedule and, as a woman, by being kept from Muhammad’s tomb. “I couldn’t see anything from the women’s section,” she said. “It was all blocked off.” For a second, she started to cry. “Sorry, I get emotional at random moments. But it just feels like the prophet is farther away.” Later she twisted her knee and finished the hajj in a wheelchair — a journey she ultimately called “enlivening.”

To go on a pilgrimage is to enter a heightened place where emotions soar, but sometimes dip.

When Sergeant Roldan entered the baths at Lourdes, he was apprehensive. “I felt awkward, but I kind of went with it,” he told me. “As soon as they placed the water over my head, I felt a sense of relief. The following day I felt a change within me. I wasn’t having as much pain. For some reason, my face felt lighter.” Even more than physical change, he felt healed enough to embrace becoming an active father to his daughter.

It’s that feeling of taking control over one’s life that most affected the pilgrims I met. So much of religion as it’s been practiced for centuries has been largely passive. People receive a faith from their parents; they are herded into institutions they have no role in choosing; they spend much of their spiritual lives sitting inactively in buildings being lectured at from on high.

A pilgrimage reverses all of that. At its core, it’s a gesture of action. In a world in which more and more things are artificial and ephemeral, a sacred journey gives the pilgrim the chance to experience something both physical and real. And it provides seekers with an opportunity they may never have had: to confront their doubts and decide for themselves what they really believe.

As appealing as that destination may be, there’s only one way to achieve it. Get up off your sofa and go.