Our story
Started by three friends and a very long hill.
Cross Journeys began on a Saturday morning walk that none of us wanted to take. One of us had just lost a father. Another was carrying a diagnosis. We walked nine kilometres mostly in silence, and somewhere on the way home we realised we had been carried.
So we kept walking. Now a small, unremarkable community gathers each week to read scripture slowly, pray without pretending, and keep company with whoever turns up. No stage, no membership, no pressure to speak.
- Gathering
- On foot, outdoors, in all weather
- Company
- Anyone carrying anything



