I had walked by the church every morning for the last 2 years and every morning the doors were wide open. They seemed to be inviting people to stop. They seemed to be saying, "I love you and always will." ...... But this morning and the last few mornings the doors were closed. Who closed the doors of the church? Why had they not been opened all week? Curiosity was getting the better of me, but I did not want to ask anyone. I had not gone to church for years. After finishing school I had been enlightened and did not feel that there was anything to the church thing.
But now that the doors were closed. It was almost like a hope had been shattered. I realized I really wanted to go back to the truths of my youth..sometime. I realized that there was an ache in my heart a cry that was pounding out of my very chest. "Don't close me out! I really do want God" Everyday I pass the church and the doors are closed the pounding gets louder and harder to bear.
I never get up early on Sunday morning. I never go out but today, I need to take a walk. Today I just want to enjoy the spring air. Why am I turning down this street I wonder. It must be habit from my daily rituals. Why am I slowing down, It is just the church building I pass it every day. My mind is now running I want to know...Are the doors opened today? Will they open the doors on Sunday? Will they open the doors for me?
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