As I jogged towards Rice University last Monday, I had already forgotten about the theme of my morning reflection time: “Looking for the Right Way.”
A middle aged woman, looking confused, stopped me on the running path.
“Do you know the right way to 6200 Main?”
I wasn’t sure, so we talked a bit and then she told me she was looking for a place called “The Way,” which was close to Hermann Hospital.
With that clue, I knew she was going in the wrong direction; I turned her around and considered leaving her to find the way.
But a still, insistent voice whispered to me, “Show her the way.”
So I ran ahead and found the way — The Way Station, a homeless ministry at Palmer Episcopal Church, 6200 Main. And then I hustled back and showed her the way to go.
Here’s to all the people who have gone before me to show me the way.
And here’s to more opportunities to go ahead of others and show them the way.