A little girl got lost one day in a big town. The little girl ran up and down the streets of the big town where they lived but she couldn’t find a single landmark. She was very frightened. Finally a policeman stopped to help her. He put her in the passenger seat of his car, and they drove around until she finally saw her church. She pointed it out to the policeman, and then she told him firmly, “You could let me out now. This is my church, and I can alway find my way home from here.”
– Story as told by Anne Lamott in her book, “Travelling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith” (page 55).
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