Read this one along with “Cross Purposes,” maybe.
“Do you know the Way to San Jose” wasn’t playing in my head. Not even Jesus’s statement, “I am the way.” It was more like random abstract thinking.
What does the word “way” mean? I was thinking. How to do something? Like a way to cook collards so they don’t smell up the house? (Yes, there is one. Ask me.)
Or maybe a way of looking at something? Like through my trifocals when watching TV but not when reading a book. Or looking at something from somebody else’s point of view.
Then the Holy Spirit interrupted my thoughts. “Do you know the way from Florence to Columbia?”
“Sure,” I said. “There are lots of ways to get to Columbia from here.”
I began to think…
View original post 771 more words