Since I started taking photographs and starting to notice things I never observed before I have been fascinated by doors! Not any old doors, but those that have either character or a sense of abandonment, broken, neglected, doors that lead into empty and derelict places, like the one shown here in a little mountain village on Corfu. But I always end up thinking about what is the most special door in the universe. Of course it is our heart’s door, the one that we often only open to very special people, the people we love. If that door is like this door them sadly sometimes, we open the door to those that don’t love us and respect the entrance way to our very soul.
This is why I always appreciate the words of John’s Revelation, “Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me.” (Revelation 3:20 ESV).
It reminds me that when Jesus comes knocking, we need to get to the door and answer it. I am aware of the temptation to turn up the TV, switch on the hoover or just stand in a daze of the worldliness and wilderness of our media driven lives and forget to answer. But here is Jesus, the lover of my soul, if anyone can be trusted to love us and cherish us, here he is standing at the door knocking. Even if there seems to be no one at home, the door broken and battered, stuck on rusty hinges of neglect and abuse, the resurrected Jesus still comes knocking, calling out to those stuck in a tomb of lovelessness.
