There is an archway that I am fond of.
It sits at the end of Wager Road looking out onto Lake Erie. As you go down the hill from Detroit you can see it off in the distance beckoning you like some porthole to another time and place.
The view is peaceful. It looks to be a wonderful doorway to pass through.
As I look back, life has been a series of doors and passageways. All leading to new and different things. Some wonderful, others disappointing. But as we live and breathe, more doors come into view. Scripture refers to them as gateways and paths.
The doors represent our choices.
Sometimes like the one above we have a peek as to what is beyond.
Other times we do not have that advantage and have to go on instinct and prayer. Some doors are locked or seem to lock behind us once we pass through. Sometimes we see what we want through the passage, but the obstacles seem to bar our way which can mean a variety of things.
They are all part of life’s journey.
If we choose to ignore life’s passageways, we eventually grow stagnant. Kind of like the woman who sports the hairdo of her youth that no longer makes sense with her face and age. The jock from high school that lives in past glories not lifting a finger to risk new glories of a different kind. Fear holds them there. Fear of the future, fear of past mistakes, fear of change, there are many reasons. When we refuse life’s passages, we refuse the lessons of growth. Our souls become stuck and petrify. The passageways beckon with good reason.
Over the years, I have found hope and faith is my compass.
The archway at the end if the street seems to reveal a bit of heaven as to remind me of promise; a heavenly promise that beckons to all.