This old door has been standing up against my garden shed for the longest time. It is weary and worn, weather beaten and riddled with dry-rot. The paint is brittle and chipped, peeling away the layers of time, revealing a colorful past. Its hardware~corroded with rust, wooden edges and seams~
Surprisingly the pane of glass is still intact~how? I cannot fathom.
What is so intriguing about this old door? Why does it beckon
me to come near...to take a closer look? Is there a story here?
now long gone?
Perhaps. Imagine how many human souls passed through
this old door...welcomed home after a long journey....bid farewell at the beginning of a new adventure...hurriedly opened and closed too many times to tell what stories lay behind this sacred fortress.
An anxious wife watched as her husband drove away each morning...did she ever wonder if he might not return some day?
Regretting words spoken in anger, wishing she could shout through the window, "Come back! I'm sorry!"
The young mother watched through this window as her little boy played safely in the yard each day. I wonder how often did she call his name from this same door..."Time to come in and wash up for supper!"
Was that same woman rejoicing when she saw her tall, strong soldier son returning from the war..throwing open this old door and running out to embrace him, showering him with kisses as tears of joy ran down her cheeks?
Did the hard working father faithfully turn the key in the lock each night, sliding the bolt, making sure his family was safe from harm?
How many people knocked on this old door? Who was welcome...who was turned away?
Yeah, this old door has a story to tell, but it will hold those secrets securely just as it guarded this old house from harm for many years.
I can't just throw it away. Could you? Would you?
Jesus beckons to us today, "Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me." Revelation 3:20
Would you open the door?
Postscript: This is a rerun post...originally written way back in January of 2013. Sad to say, not long after writing this, this wonderful old door blew over in the wind and broke to smithereens...we tried to salvage what we could of the wood and door knob/lock, but most of the wood was too rotten with age...it had served its purpose for many years, but after me telling its life story it just blew over and disintegrated. Such is life...once we have served our purpose here on this earth, we return to the dust from which we were created and our souls are called away to our heavenly home. My prayer is that when my life's story is written some day, it will tell a story of love and grace and courage...because of my Creator, Savior, and Lord...without Him, my life would be meaningless...How will your life's story read?