I have entered many doors in my life. Some were easy to open and others not so much. Doors I’ve walked through have given me opportunities to meet new people and learn new things.
I have chosen not to walk through certain doors due to fear of what’s on the other side. Doors have thresholds; narrow strips that must be crossed before entering another space. To thresh something is to separate grains from husks and chaff. “Thresh” originally meant “to trample or stomp” because the earliest method of separating grains from chaff was to stomp on them. I can only imagine how dusty threshing rooms must have been.
When I choose to leave parts of my dusty self behind, Jesus has the key to unlock a new door and helps me cross the threshold into new life.