September 4, 1994
September 4, 1994
One
evening recently, I wrote down my dream from the night before, tired but
following my custom of harvesting this wheat of the imagination in hopes of
finding some message there, some nugget of wisdom. I then picked up C. S. Lewis’s The Problem
of Pain. I hadn’t read for very long
when I thought, “When am I going to arrive?!
When can I stop pursuing this spiritual stuff?!” Then I realized this: I never would
arrive. And I have already
arrived. The journey is the destination.
