I just hate doors in the winter. Yes, I know they block out the freezing cold. I know they often hide fun secrets for us around Christmas time. They give us the privacy we need for that long, hot soak in the tub. Granted. But, still – I hate doors in the winter.
They are always hard to get through. I’m carrying gloves and scarves, weighed down by my puffy coat. At the holidays, it seems I’m always hauling an extra bag or package, juggling too many things to open the door easily. The doors become a barricade, not an access.
Wait though… not really the a problem with the door, is it? The door still does what it’s supposed to do – allows me access, offers me protection. The problem is what I’m carrying – that extra baggage that comes with winter and the holidays. That’s what holds me back – not the door.
Makes me think about Pastor Steve’s recent sermon series on doors. What doors is God offering up for me to pass through that I am just too burdened to open? What am I juggling that keeps me from easy access to those doors of God? Am I complaining about being held back when, in fact, I’m just too preoccupied with other junk to see the opportunity in front of me?
Maybe I need a new perspective on doors. How about you?
