Open Sesame!

As I approached the store, I wondered if the doors would open. It seems the days of handles are all but gone, and the sliding glass doors that often greet me make me want to wave my arms and offer the command: “Open sesame!”

I find it hard to trust the doors. Some open quickly, others take their time, and I am left to figure out which kind is in front of me. Sometimes, I approach tentatively, tapping the ground in front to see if I can trigger the doors. Other times, my confident gate causes me to smash my face against the glass. There are also times I have to scurry to enter the rapidly opening doors before they close.

Such doors resemble my life of faith. For me, faith is a journey, about feeling a call to do this or that, heading here or there. The problem is, the way is never certain (for me anyway), and I’m left wondering if the doors will open. Sometimes I tap my foot to see if I can get the doors to open, other times I walk too quickly and smash my face against God’s timing. There have even been times when the doors have opened before I’ve arrived leaving me pick up my pace to make it.

I suppose, like so many things, such spiritual travel requires balance - trusting the doors, walking with purpose, but not too quickly.  Balance, however, has never been my strength. Today, I am just grateful that the sliding doors surround us, and pray we have the courage to approach, and the pace to enter safely. There’s new life on the other side. Open sesame!