“There are things known and there are things unknown, and in between them are the doors of perception.” Aldous Huxley.
I find doors transfixing. Not all doors are as attractive as the one above, which I passed through the other day, but all doors tell stories.
Think of a door – any door, anywhere – and think of the people who have passed through it. People going through good times, and through bad times. People known, people unknown. People remembered, people forgotten.
Doors can’t tell those stories, and those who know the doors can only remember pieces of the puzzle. But it’s amazing to think of the stories, heard and unheard, of those around us.
There is a value in remembering stories, in communicating, in taking time to relate with others and input into their stories.
Jesus loved stories, and he loved community. He longed to spend time with those around him, to teach them and love them by being with them. The Son of God, he knew the best way to relate and grow with others was through spending time with them, through telling stories with them, passing through the doors of life with them.
In a world in which community and fellowship is becoming more and more fragmented, this commitment to those around us and to those whom pass through the doors of our lives is beautifully counter-cultural and extraordinarily freeing.
Next time I pass through a door, that is what I will remember.