At the end of the road there will be a sense of homecoming, although the journey has been from A to B. ‘We shall not cease from exploration,’ wrote T. S. Eliot, ‘and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.’ That’s not completely true, if the Christians are right. It’s too Eastern. The nomadic people of God, if they’re on the right road, go from an oasis somewhere in East Africa, Mesopotamia, or the Jungian collective subconscious (depending on your exegetical preferences) through wild and barren places, progressively learning to smile, relate, and serve. And they end up in a city where none of their desert sensibilities are violated, where everything they have learned about self-giving and relationship is used and multiplied and transformed.