I went to FedEx to pick up a parcel. Driving home on a six-lane boulevard, I saw cars all around me with every driver going somewhere. This thought came to me. We are always going somewhere, but will all end up before God. And afterwards some will go one way and others the opposite way – this is where the great split takes place. It made me realize that we'd better negotiate all the right routes on earth so that we'll continue go in the right direction afterwards.