My church-going friends were looking for the most efficient route to tour the city, but it was the detour into the local coffee shop that mattered most. I was there to find a neighborhood. Instead, I found a neighbor. A neighbor who became a friend. Detours make the journey deeply personal. Detours disorient and reorient, at the same time. They can be caused by suffering a loss of some sort, discovering a new joy, or walking into the local coffee shop. We are formed more by the detours in life than by the predetermined paths others try to set for us.
