It was a dark and stormy night

It was a dark and stormy night. The little family was driving to a small city on a hill, but they had never been there before and the only map they had was fragmented and written in Olde English. To make matters worse, they were low on fuel and the car was vibrating because it had a bad tire. (Of course.) The man was becoming irritated due to his inability to lead, and the woman was pulling her hair out over the din of arguing children in the back. Being lost and concerned about their condition, they stopped for direction at a little Church of Stone at a Corner along The Way. As they entered the church, they were greeted by a very friendly woman named Jamie Nunez. She was very concerned about their condition of lostness and introduced the family to others who knew the way to the city on the hill. One couple who had kids the same age offered to escort their youngest kids over to a vibrant children’s program being offered by the church. Another man said he had a teenage daughter the same age as the couple’s daughter and wisked her away to the planet where teenagers live introducing them to the alien in charge. But the young couple (they were in their mid thirties) were getting quite concerned about their original question. How do you get to the city on the hill?
One woman invited the couple to a class about map-reading. They attended the class and felt more adept, but the maps they studied were of a small section of countryside along the way. Another older gentleman who said he lived there gave them an invitation to a dinner in honor of that city. A widow who had gone to the church for many years offered to give them a place to stay while their car was being looked at. The couple appreciated all the attention and accepted the help that was offered, but they were becoming confused and felt a deepening concern that they were not getting the help that they really needed. They knew that if they left with a repaired car, a full tank of gas, and full stomachs…they would still find themselves lost along the way.
Fortunately for the young couple, the church had seen this before. They knew that it was not enough to offer map-reading classes and great programs for kids. They realized that the best way to learn The Way is to be shown The Way. So, the church had created a Bus Service to take small groups of people toward the city on the hill. People could get to know each other on the ride while the driver aimed the bus straight and true. Sometimes people would get car-sick, but there was always someone in the next seat to take care of them. Once in awhile, someone would forget to hold on and they would fall out of the bus and get hurt. But always, the others on the bus would run back and pick them up, dressing their wounds and training them in better ways to hold on. And they learned how to use a Compass in their little Group of a dozen bus-riders. They learned to look Higher toward the City. They became Stronger in their friendships with the others on the bus. They became much Deeper in their understanding of how to avoid being lost, and they began to reach Farther out to others instead of thinking only of their own concerns and conditions.
The coolest part of this story is the way the couple eventually learned how to be bus-drivers themselves. Once they learned the way, they had such a caring heart for other people who were lost, they devoted themselves to driving a bus for the little Church of Stone at a Corner along The Way to the City on the Hill.