By Janice C. Johnson
Just last week, a lost crayon might have caused you untold consternation. But now such troubles seem insignificant because bigger things occupy your mind. The real, grownup world waits just behind a door that stands slightly ajar for you. You have caught a glimpse of it through the narrow opening.
The other children, those who have not yet noticed the door, cannot understand. “Why don’t you want to go down the yellow slide?” Ah, but more daring adventures beckon you now. “Tommy won’t share the blocks!” You are not listening; this is none of your concern. With that light shining beyond the edge of the door, who can think of blocks?
Or dolls, or balloons… you are becoming aware of the promise of the future: the exhilaration of driving a car, or even flying. Building things—real things—with your own hands. Dancing a ballet, moving off to college, climbing a mountain. How can sidewalk chalk and mud pies hold your attention now?
Our childhood noises fade away for you as your hesitant steps draw closer to the door. It opens a bit wider. Your left hand reaches out to touch it. The light shines on your face, silhouetting your figure as we finally notice and begin to gather behind you. We have grown silent with awe, watching. For a moment we forget about the toys in our hands. You are seeing possibilities that stretch away beyond our childish dreams, yet something of what you see reflects from you and stirs our hearts.
We wait. You seem to rise on tiptoe and then, in one swift movement, the door swings open and you step through without a backward glance. We who are left behind look at each other, our blank faces turning thoughtful as the door closes with a soft click.
Finally our gaze returns to the toys we still hold. We will enjoy them again—perhaps tomorrow—but now we grasp them less tightly. For we have begun to suspect that, for us too, the truest part of life lies ahead.
Jesus said… “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die…”
(John 11:25, New International Version)
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