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Where Are You Going

He flagged me down for a lift. Those were the days when it felt safe to pick up a hitch hiker. Soon my eyes were watering from the stench of urine. “Where are you trying to get to?” “Where are you going?” I was on my way to see the Bishop sponsoring me for ordination. Should I take him there? I pondered. I dropped him near the city centre. As with a message from an angel, “Where are you going?” has stayed with me as a disciple of Jesus.

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