Making wrong turns right.
I took a wrong turn yesterday. I was driving to a store I don’t often go to and in my -preoccupied Christmas brain- distraction, I took a wrong turn. Getting back to where I needed to be wasn’t a simple matter because my wrong turn put me on a bypass that didn’t have a turn around or exit for two miles. So I kept going and got off at said exit, but instead of going all the way back around I decided to try and find my way from there. I knew the general direction I needed to go but hadn’t travelled on these particular roads before. Living in the city, I forget how beautiful the county I grew up in is. My misdirection led me past sprawling Amish farms with snow covered fields and I even got to cross a covered bridge (the one in the picture). In the end I found my way and came out quite close to the store I was trying to get to. It was a wrong turn made right that got me a nice drive as well. And it reminded me that the ultimate “wrong turn” brought us a great and glorious Savior. The promise of a Messiah was first given to Adam, after he and Eve had sinned. Praise God! Tomorrow we celebrate His birth. Let us procalim with St. Bernard of Clairvaux “Oh happy fault, that won for us so great a Redeemer!”
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