There was no room at the inn.
The expression, from the Christmas Story as recorded in scriptures, has come to mean many different things. Mary and Joseph needed a place to stay. She was pregnant. They checked around and found no inn with a spare room, ending up in a stable. They faced many closed doors.
We all face our closed doors.
You can be moving along and gradually, or suddenly, things fall apart. Your path shifts. The climb is now up hill. The promises you know as truth seem so far away and you look to God and wonder where the target on your back came from.
Closed doors are a necessary part of life.
On Thanksgiving, I spoke to a friend at Hope Rescue Mission. He was having a rough few weeks. His children and wife were dealing with medical issues. An extended family member was seriously sick. He felt beaten down. He sighed and looked at me.
“You know you’re moving in the right direction when the Devil tries to hit back,” he said.
Where are you taking your hits this week? Looking for a new job? Kids creating stress with the holidays? Finances getting thin while your waist line may be moving the other direction?
When we follow our calling, we will face closed doors. God’s answers will come in their time, not ours. We can’t lose hope and I write this sentence for you as much as for me. We will get pressed, and pressure is a good sign to keep fighting. Use it as a barometer to know you are making a difference.
Even if you end up in your version of a stable, shake off the cold, ignore the animals, and know that the universe was changed in such a place so many years before. That night it was the perfect, and only, option.
“When I am weak, you’re strong. Your grace is all I’ve got. What love is this that loves no matter what?” ~Strong by The City Harmonic