It’s a game to choose the right line. I always tell anyone traveling with me that I always get in the longest line at immigration. Yesterday I was standing in between two lines for check-out. A kind man came up and I moved to the line I had determined would be faster. When his line started moving, I told him that I guess I chose the longer line. He offered for me to go ahead of him, but I declined. I had made my choice and I needed to stick with it. Besides, no one is in that much of a hurry—it was a sign I needed to slow down. In the end, I did finish first. But it didn’t look that way all the time. That ordinary experience is so real in our spiritual lives. It is not always obvious which way we should go. Sure, there are the blatant paths that are directly for...
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