I enjoy photographing
Their curves. Their lines. Their raw material and design. The more worn and weathered the door the better. If I were to participate in a TV game show where I had to choose one of three doors, I would likely need the entire commercial break to make my choice. I am not sure what it is about doors and doorways. Maybe the anticipation of what’s behind them. Maybe the message they portray about the people, rooms, or passageways found just beyond their entry.
Meandering city streets, alley ways, weathered paths – I find my eyes searching, seeking doors and doorways. It may be a unique contrast of color, a flowering vine framing the entry, an unusual texture of the wood or metal, or a change in the light. Something strikes me, causing me to stop.
I stand still, take in the surroundings, smile. Lifting my camera, I frame the doorway just so, and snap…the image is captured.
My journey through Scripture is similar. I read slowly, breathe in the Spirit, pause for reflection, and ponder, often with a smile on my face.
I look forward to sitting down with my Bible, pen, and journal anticipating what the Holy Spirit will reveal to me. Often something new. Often something unexpected. Often something bold about Christ, something Divine to be sorted out through prayer and meditation.
For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart. (Hebrews 4:12)
Scripture is living and breathing. A passage I have read many times all of a sudden has new meaning! A friend reads the same passage and walks away with a completely different perspective.
Two distinct applications of the same text.
How does that happen?
I love the mystery of not knowing how He works. I yield, accepting the Holy Spirit’s gift. In response, I thank God for loving me and allowing me to see anew.
Open my eyes, that I may behold wondrous things out of your law. I am a sojourner on the earth; hide not your commandments from me! (Psalm 119:18,19)
Your statutes have been my songs in the house of my sojourning. I remember your name in the night, O LORD, and keep your law. This blessing has fallen to me, that I have kept your precepts. (Psalm 119:54-56)
Our personal experience of this life provides each of us with a unique set of lenses through which to understand the Scriptures. That is what I love so much about this Holy Book. God can use the same Word to touch each of us in distinct ways. To bring comfort, understanding, hope, redemption, peace, love, joy, and healing. Even in our dark times, we can find in the Word anguished cries for help, pleading prayers for mercy, and sorrowful petitions of forgiveness.
Just as I seek to discover unique and beautiful doorways, I seek to discover refreshing fountains of truth in Scripture. I meditate on words, phrases, images, and stories that speak to me. I try to be mindful of emotions that are elicited by what I read; the questions that flash across my mind in response; the places in the text where I naturally pause to re-read and reflect. When I do, I find clarity and purpose.
But, I have to choose mindfulness.
Looking. Waiting. Hoping.
Giving thanks for the revelations,
no matter how small or mysterious.
Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened. (Matthew 7:7-8)