God Made Me Smile

"God made me smile" by Michael Carrillo (CatholicMom.com)

Image credit: Flickr (2011), CC BY-ND 2.0

My pilgrimage on the Ignatian Way came to an abrupt halt because of a large blister at the bottom of my foot. But my pilgrimage was not a complete loss.

The Lord and I had some great quality time together. I had no earth-shattering revelations out there. But I learned four lessons: that God is in charge; to put my trust totally in Him; to converse with God in very personal ways; that one can find Jesus in people. Let me share these experiences with you.

God is in Charge—Always

I started my pilgrimage with the thought that I would have no expectations. I would try to go where God led me. Day 1 tested that expectation even without me realizing it. A flight delay altered the first few days of my trip. I realized that God was in charge. I needed to be open to whatever came along.

The second instance was developing the blister. Having that was more frustrating than painful. But it was so bad that the doctors recommended I not proceed any further on my pilgrimage. I felt that perhaps my wound was God’s way of saying, “You have had enough. You have finished your pilgrimage. It is time to go home and reflect on what you learned.”

The third instance was when I took a wrong turn. I took a left turn instead of a right. I asked a hiker I encountered how much further it was to my destination. He told me I was going the wrong way. I insisted that I was following a marked path to where I wanted to go. He kind of gave up on me and let me proceed on. A few hundred meters forward I saw a signpost that pointed to my town. I had been going the wrong way and had to double-back! I lost an hour in the process. The thought that came to me in this instance was: we can be on the right path, following all the right markers in life, and yet be going in the wrong direction or going backwards. We need to be careful in our faith. We need to be humble and respect guidance that we may receive from others or the Lord.

Having Trust in God

The hills and mountains of the Basque Country in Northern Spain, though not terribly high in elevation, are steep. Many Basque people are physically fit. To my embarrassment, two octogenarians, a man and a woman, passed me up on a mountain trail. I asked the Lord many times to stay with me and to help me conquer those hills.

Another time I found myself lost. I thought I knew where I was in one city. The architecture of the buildings all seemed about the same. So, when I could not find a certain landmark, I got a little frustrated. I asked the Lord for help. Before trying to find the route, I slowed myself down, had a little something to eat, filled my water bottle, and checked my GPS. Just as I set out, I looked-up and there was my landmark right in front of me. I don’t know how I missed it. I felt that just putting my trust in God calmed me down and helped me see clearly.

About 99.9% of the time I was alone on the road, especially in the forest, but I was never afraid. I never felt threatened or that I was in a situation that I would be harmed or injured. I always asked God to be by my side and to protect me; and He did!

Conversing with God

Have you ever had God all to yourself? You truly learn to converse with Him in very personal ways in those instances, especially if that is your purpose.

I told God that this pilgrimage was going to be our “alone time,” and it certainly was. As I mentioned above, I was alone with God for much of the time that I was on my pilgrimage.

On one of those steep climbs I could feel myself rushing. I then heard a voice say to me, “Michael, why are you rushing? The slower you go, the more time we have together.” I just had to smile and then I started to laugh. I said, “You’re right, Lord.” I don’t know how long I laughed about this, but it made the journey that day a little brighter. The only word I could come-up with to describe God at that moment was, “Character!”

The Lord and I went over things that we had discussed prior to my pilgrimage. He either reaffirmed them or made them a little clearer.

I found myself speaking out loud to God. “Lord, help me up this hill;” “Thank you, Lord for this beauty;” “I trust you, Lord.”

Encountering Jesus in Others

I heard somewhere that Americans stand-out when they are in a foreign country. It is obvious to the natives who the Americans are by the way they carry themselves, their mannerisms, the way they dress, and so on. Apparently, I was no exception.

I found some Basque people to be a bit reserved around a foreigner like me. But once we had a bit of encounter, they were very nice. I had people correct my Spanish. They weren’t being mean. They wanted me to speak correctly and not look silly. If I spoke a bit of Basque, I would get a bemused look. They weren’t making fun of me — they loved it.

I tried to be Christ-like to everyone I encountered. I would wave, smile, and greet people in Basque. Even those people that seemed disinterested would respond back.

I met a couple from Chile. I first saw them in Loyola but did not speak to them there. I encountered them on my third, and final, day on the road. They were planning on tackling the entire pilgrimage to Manresa. We conversed in a mix of Spanish and English. We have continued to keep in touch even after I returned home. They have much devotion to the Faith. This was not Esteban’s first pilgrimage. He gave me some wise words about what pilgrimage is.

When I arrived at my hotel on that third day, it was becoming evident to me that I might not be able to carry on. When I made my situation known to the hotel staff they went over-and-above to help me. Zara, the lady at the front desk, offered to take me to the doctor. Her boss, Joseba, took me to the next town for medical care, driving me to and from the clinic. Both Joseba and Zara did all sorts of little things without hesitation to help make my situation better. They did not do these things because they had to; they did them because they wanted to. I will forever be grateful to them.

These four people that I encountered demonstrated to me that Jesus can be found in others.


Those three days being on the road and my overall time in Spain were chuck-full of lessons from the Lord. Even though I had to “abandon” my physical pilgrimage, as others have told me, life itself is a pilgrimage to God.

I hope that you take the time for your own pilgrimage in whatever form that might be. And in your pilgrimage, I hope God inspires you and reveals more of Himself to you. But most importantly, I hope He makes you smile!

Buen Camino!

Copyright 2018 Michael T Carrillo


About Author

Michael Carrillo is a retired police officer from a large California metropolitan police department. He is married to Vicki and they have five adult children between them. He is an unabashed fan of Jesuit education, though he regrets not obtaining one himself. Day hikes and walks give him opportunities and inspirations to look for and find God.

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  1. Esteban Vidal González on


    Ten years ago I undertook my first pilgrimage, making the Camino Aragonés towards Santiago de Compostela, Spain. Eight years ago, I undertook my second pilgrimage along the Vía de la Plata, also towards Santiago de Compostela. But on that second occasion I became ill with tonsillitis; with great sorrow I had to abandon that pilgrimage. On September 9, 2018, I started my third pilgrimage in Spain. This time I did not travel alone. I traveled with my wife. We would follow the Ignatian Way from the Basque Country until we reach the Cave of Manresa. I knew we would not do it completely on foot because we did not have enough time. We would have to take a bus on some stages.


    Before starting the Ignatian Way, my wife and I entered the Sanctuary of St Ignatius (San Ignacio) and saw the house where San Ignacio lived. While at the Sanctuary we saw only one other pilgrim. After praying at the site, we began our pilgrimage.

    Even though we were attentive to the signposts along the Ignatian Way, we got lost on the second day of pilgrimage. After finding the correct path to continue our pilgrimage, the third pilgrim from Loyola met us and spoke to us. His name was Michael Carrillo. We began to talk. I realized that the reasons for his pilgrimage were the same as mine: a closeness to God; an encounter with God in nature; in the simple; in the insignificant; in our neighbor.

    Like my other pilgrimages, God would teach me more lessons. On one of the first stages along the way, from Laguardia to Navarrete, my wife and I entered the church of Santa María in Fuenmayor. We asked the priest there to stamp our pilgrim credentials. The priest spoke to us about the Ignatian Way. I was in a hurry to leave because we had to get to Navarrete and then to Logroño. I wanted to combine two short stages to take advantage of the 28 days that we were going to be in Spain.


    There were many people in the town square that day because it was a religious feast day. Next to the church, they were selling a plate of oxtail and a glass of wine for only 2 euros. The priest invited us to share the feast day with him. After lunch he offered to take us in his car from Fuenmayor to Navarrete; we accepted. His treatment towards us was cordial, loving. I realized that this encounter with the priest was an essential part of the journey. My first lesson was learned: when you find God on the road, calm must be your companion; you must enjoy the moment.


    When we arrived in Navarrete, it was not too late. We were not too tired either. We decided to walk from Navarrete to Logroño. Once we resumed the walk, we got lost again. But this time we strayed off-course several kilometers. My wife got very angry. I got angrier because I could not stand that she had such a negative attitude. Even if we were lost we had each other. We could appreciate the scenery, enjoy the sunset; we had so much to thank God for. This was a topic that I had already discussed with her before starting our pilgrimage. The attitude of a Christian in life must be one of faith, acceptance and joy. It hurt me that my wife could not understand this. We distanced ourselves; we walked separately. This is when God taught me that He touches each one of us in different ways.

    When I was resting, away from my wife, I saw two young pilgrims who had bought ice cream in a bar; they looked happy. At that moment I felt a lot of anger and pain for what had happened. All my life I have found it hard to forgive, but God, at that time, told me, “Enough”. At that moment I felt a shudder. I wanted to cry, to laugh, I felt the presence of God. I quickly went to the bar, bought an ice cream, looked for my wife and handed it to her. I told her that God sent me to give her this message: “If God is in us, hatred cannot overcome love because God is love. Our pilgrimage is in His hands.


    After my first pilgrimage, 10 years ago, I stayed for a while in Zaragoza, Spain. While in Zaragoza, I met Petra, Maribel and Vicente. They are very special people to me.
    Petra is a nun there who belongs to the congregation of the Daughters of Charity of Zaragoza. She works at San Vicente de Paul School. I taught her computer classes, she gave me advice on life and has taught me how to get closer to God.
    Vicente and Maribel are a Catholic couple. They welcomed me into their home when I was in Spain. I met Vicente and Maribel at the Parroquia del Portillo in Zaragoza at immigrant meetings. They really care about their neighbor. They are an example to follow. Petra, Vicente and Maribel are friends who are with me despite that I living in Chile. They are living memories that accompany me.
    The walks along the banks of the Ebro River with Petra are indelible. The love that Vicente, Maribel and his family have given me is eternal.
    This year making Ignatian Way, seeing my friends again was a wonderful gift from God.

    The treasures from this pilgrimage are my experiences, the love I have for my wife, and my friends in Spain, my new friends. For this reason I wanted to share this with you.

    Share with your loved ones the experiences, the people, the moments that have marked your life. Share your treasures.

    Blessing to you Michael Carrillo, ¡Buen Camino!

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