I can see that you do not understand the meaning of this pilgrimage "This thing" does not need your support.
I was making a joke, but you have no idea how right you are. I still don't understand the meaning of Camino. It's been almost 4 years now since I walked, and it haunts me to this day that I still feel like I never "got" the Camino.
Not a damn thing about it makes any sense. Why in the world would I feel called to do this? I'm about the worst Catholic there is. There are a million other things I could have been called to do, and better suited for, but nope, I have to fly halfway around the world and walk 500 miles in a country I had no real interest in or any connection to. Spanish history? Who cares? The culture? Bullfighting and getting a 4 hour nap in the middle of the workday? Big deal. Oh, and supposedly the remains of an apostle are there. Sure... I'm reminded a quote about supposed pieces of the True Cross, how if all of them were collected, it would be enough wood to build a ship. And on top of that, I'm not even a St. James guy. Peter was always my favorite apostle. Or just Saints in general, then I'm a St. Dismas guy.
And that totally ignores the physical aspects of it. Me, walking 500 miles! I get winded walking to the refrigerator!
Oh, and then there is whole social thing. Pilgrims are supposed to warm and open to everyone. Warm and open are not adjectives used to describe my personality. Cold and introverted, now those are adjectives I can get behind. Along with negative, surly, grumpy, moody, selfish, uncaring, and jerk.
Yet my fat, grumpy butt was called to spend a year working 60 and 70 hour weeks, doing hard, physical labor, just so I could save up enough to do this insane walk. And despite my limitations, I made it. And not only did I make it, you could almost say I thrived on the Camino.
I made friends from around the world. I held conversations with locals even though I only knew a handful of Spanish words. I came to see that we're not so different. Sitting at a bar in the Ledigos, seeing all the people gather to watch a futbol match. Same thing happens in the tiny towns where I'm from, except it's football on the TV. Conversations were probably the same too. Talking about dying rural towns, farm prices, families, etc.
And spiritually... well, they'll never put me down for sainthood, that's for sure. But I feel like I did draw closer to the Almighty. And I even added a few new saint friends, like St. James and Santo Domingo. And I came to a conclusion about the whole relics thing. It doesn't matter. Even if that box has the earthly remains of Santiago, it's not what is important about him. Is he in that box? Who knows? But I can tell you he is with every pilgrim who hears the call to walk.
And physically... I made it to Santiago in 35 days. My only major injury was dealing with a big blister for a couple of days. I saw so many pilgrims, who were in much better shape than me, succum to far worse. Some were forced to rest for several days at a time. Others even had to cut their pilgrimage short. But me? I walked my fat butt into Santiago in the best shape I'd been in since... well, probably forever!
So yeah, I totally do not understand a thing about this pilgrimage. None of it made any sense! Guess that's why I have to go back and do it again. Maybe I'll figure it out this time.