who do not know the difference

Another week, another trip. Unlike last week's debacle, however, when the cabbie took the same first turn taken by the other, and I began having flashbacks, his shortcut actually worked and now here I am in the office in near record-breaking time. What a difference a week makes.

Musing on week's difference, and thought of how yet another cabride makes for theological point. Life before Christ is like that first ride -- twisty, turny, nauseating, tension-filled, lost. Life after Christ? Well, still all those things except the last. Now found in every way that matters. The difference twixt the two in terms of personal experience was as far as the east is from the west: one felt like the end destination was unclear, while the other one had the clear feeling that I was in good hands the entire time. Exposition unnecessary.