The Door

A man stumbles in the darkness. Although at that moment the sun could be blazing down on him and if not for the sake of it's warmth he would still not know it. He stumbles again. This time he's fallen to his knees. His hands touch the cold stone beneath him. He traces out the individual bricks and realizes that he has been traveling in circles. he hears voices but cannot determine any memory to them. He is cold yet determined to be warm. He gropes the ground. Hoping to find some sense of direction or sign of new territory but he knows that his search is in vain. He's been here before.

He's been told that there is a door. He's heard the stories. He is not the only one who cannot see. Others have stumbled unto him. Sometimes he has stumbled unto them. But the end result was always the same. Stories are shared, some descriptions are given, previous locations discussed - but still no door. Nothing else matters. Only the door. It does not matter that they haven't seen it. It does not matter the color, the shape, texture, height, width, breadth. For those who have found it have never come back. For they have used the door for that which it is intended. Escape.

Then a voice is heard. Faintly at first, now stronger. Not sure if the voice is from within or without. It does not matter - the voice is heard and understood. Strange that this voice is different from all the rest. It is not filled with anger, malice, regret, pain, bitterness. It's not masking false motives or intentions. Clear, weighty, powerful. Like the sound of a large waterfall in the spring runoff. Compelling and compassionate. The voice draws those who are able to hear it. It draws those with hearts prepared. And for those who come close enough, the cataracts fade away and there stands the door. And it is more beautiful and more majestic and more powerful than anything anyone has ever seen.

"I am the door. If anyone enters by me he will be saved and will go in and out and find pasture...I came that they may have life and have it abundantly." - John 10:9-10

May you all have a blessed Christmas. And if you hear his voice, draw near unto him and he will give you rest and rescue.