It was a box, like many others, plain. Looking inside, I could see that it was full of arrows, but not arrows for archery. The box was full of arrows for pointing out which way to go. "What will you do now?" God likes to ask me questions. "Maybe it's time for a journey," I answered, and I threw the box up into the air as high as I could. Arrows fell to the earth like clues, and I set out walking.
JAMES LEE JOBE