Busting Through The Door

The hot desert sand burns my feet, as the scorching sun beats down on my blistered neck. “How much longer will I charge this door?!” I ask, as I take twenty paces back and run forward full throttle once again. I crash into the door, throwing all my weight to what I would assume to be the weakest point, only to find Newton’s third law of motion (“For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction”) a very true fact. Picking myself off of the ground again, I turn around and walk to my normal starting point. Whispering in-between my panting, “Lord, please give me strength to bust through this door so I can be near you greater!” I pause for a breath, as the sweat burns my eyes. I collapse in the fiery sand and take out my Bible to reread His promise that He would never leave me, and that He will come near to me if I come near to Him. Wondering again to myself why I am not seeing anything other than this huge impenetrable door, I begin to think of other ways to finagle myself in. “Here I go, trying to devise another method of getting to Him conceived by my own self understanding. I am doing all that I have seen other Christians do. Why can I not force myself so near Him with my hours of Bible reading? Why not by means of fasting? Even praying seems to be an unavailing duty anymore! Why does He not regard my efforts as pure and sincere, and bring me past this blockade into His Holy Place once again?” The thoughts roll through my mind, as the voiceless words of discouragement scream in my spirit. I look westward to the soon setting sun, as panic grips my heart once more, causing me to jump from my resting place and storm madly at the door with all my self grit. Colliding into the door with every ounce of determination behind my weight, I soon find myself laying sorely on the ground again. Tears fill my eyes and mix with the sweat on my burning cheekbones. “Lord… I give up! I just cannot get close enough to you. This door blocks my way!!” Silently weeping in the pain of my self works, I then hear His soft spoken voice tenderly break through the void chambers of my soul. A familiar tone! One that was so kind, filled with love and hope. My sorrow is turned to promise as I hear Him speak. “Buddy… just let me open the door.” How could I have been so caught up in my obtaining greatness that, though desiring true Spirituality I become religious? I lost the purity of relationship, and planted a door of my own self working in between Christ and I. I had tide Christ’s hands through my neglect and own understanding. I was so busy trying to reach Him once more that I couldn’t hear His voice over the loud thud of my body slamming against the door I had made. He hadn’t placed this petition between me and Him, but I did through my faithlessness and lack of relationship. As I crawled to my knees, I knocked in faith. Asking Christ to forgive me for my relationship that had turned more into a thick alligator hide of religion, I felt the earth rumble beneath my bruised knobby knees. Just at that instant the door of religion busted into a million pieces as if a mighty sledgehammer had smashed into its center. Then as I looked through the flying debris, I seen Him. His eyes were upon me, as He firmly gripped my hand, pulling me to His side, He placed His arms around my neck. I could feel the smile upon His face, as tears of joy trickled from my eyes. “HERE AT LAST!!!!!” I thought. I had made it through the door that had separated us!! But I did this by no human strength or ability what so ever. It was just as miraculous as being saved initially. Beloved, to be near Him is a Divine miracle that His Spirit must do through you. Most of all do not forget your relationship with Him is not you trying to do what is Christian… but letting Christ be Himself through you. If there is a door in your life that you cannot bust through, just simply ask Him in faith… and wait. He will open it… He promised. “Knock and it shall be opened unto you…”