The true history of each one of us is a spiritual reality that God knows.
The Traffic Was Heavy on the one-way street in Granada, Spain, as we were driving to a historic district on the other side of the town. Suddenly the street ended, giving us no option but to turn right. After that, there were no exits on either side. When we approached the medieval area, all the traffic moved into a single lane, which began to narrow. Everybody had to slow down. The road narrowed even more. Our brand-new car, generously loaned to us by a friend, was much bigger than the ordinary European automobiles. Suddenly, we could go no farther. Looking out the windows, we saw that the car doors on both sides were lightly touching the stone walls of the ancient houses.
We could not get out of the car, and moving forward was impossible. We didn't want to ruin a car that didn't even belong to us! No way to back up, either, as the very long row of cars behind us quickly got bottled up, and the drivers, in a hostile mood, began to blow their horns and yell at us. It seemed we had reached an impasse, had gotten into a dangerous predicament.
