You know, there are many ways to get to San Francisco from Rochester, NY.  You could take a plane, a train, or an automobile… or you could even walk.  It’s possible to take the southern route, straight across the middle of the US, or along the northern route.   You can go by Google Maps, MapQuest, get a AAA TripTik, use a GPS, or simply head west until you hit the ocean and then turn left (or right depending upon where you hit the ocean..).  And if someone REALLY wanted to, that person could head east and go entirely around the Earth and STILL end up in San Francisco.  As long as one ends up at the same destination, why does it matter what route is taken?

But there will always be those who will tell me that I’m going the wrong way and that their way is the only right way to get there.  They will argue that my way is longer, more expensive, too indirect and that I should listen to them and follow their path instead.   What in the world does it matter HOW I get to San Francisco as long as we all end up in the same place?

There are people who might actually get angry with me for refusing to go the way they want me to.  They might even refuse to talk to me until I see the error of my ways and listen to them.

There are people who might get their friends to try to get me to change my mind because, if their whole group believes it, then their way must be right, and I need to be convinced.

Others might tell me that I am reading the wrong map and that the one I’m reading will take me in the wrong direction.  In spite of the fact that the map I am reading outlines a logical route to San Francisco, I won’t be “right” until I read their map.

There are even those who might go so far as to attempt to sabotage my journey in an effort to prove that they are “right” and I am “wrong.”   I might find my tires sliced, or my gas tank tampered with, or I even might find that extremely agitated person who will attempt to run me off the road simply to “prove” that I went the wrong way.

I want to go to San Francisco.  I want to take the route that feels best for me.  There are sights I want to see along the way, and that will dictate my path.  No matter how I choose to travel, I know that I will eventually find my way.

Now let’s change destinations….

Heaven.