One of Harry Emerson Fosdick's great sermons has the title "On Catching the Wrong Bus." He tells of a man who boarded a bus in New York, planning to travel to Detroit. The bus motored through the nighttime hours, making several stops along the way. Most passengers whiled away the time with sleep or reading. This man chose to doze for much of the trip. When the journey reached its end and the bus emptied at the terminal, the man stretched and wandered outside with the rest. But everything looked unfamiliar to him. He couldn't get his bearings.
