Leave all things you have and come and follow me, Jesus urges.
Thirteen years and two thousand miles later, I hesitate to leave behind all I've accumulated on this journey. My baggage is mine to keep.
But the invitation is so insistent, echoing softly even when I clang and screech.
Could I just leave it all behind me? Would I be doing it for the right reasons? What if everything changed as a result?
And come and follow me.