True North

Always new skills to learn. Every day a new world to navigate. We take our eyes off the road for a moment, and the traffic stopped for everyone but us. We return from any detour, not to the interstate, but to a different map of the universe. Each corner we turn becomes a change in dimension rather than a change in direction. A world where compasses find true north in the complexities of the human heart, and the heart is as reliable as it is not.
What are these skills we need to learn for such disorienting times? What is our responsibility in shaping the world we inhabit? Are we waiting for the scientists or theologians or politicians to decide for us? I hope not. We dare not. But the question remains on the table.