While in NYC last fall, I couldn’t seem to stop myself from taking a picture every single time I passed a church. They were all so uniquely beautiful…each door filled with detail…every threshold just waiting to tell stories of the lives that have come through.
It happened instantly for me, this strange, impromptu church door photography extravaganza. The moment my feet stepped off the shuttle and onto the pavement in New York, it had just started raining. My eyes looked up to see Holy Cross a Church. Without missing a beat, I snapped a photo. Due to it being very late at night, rainy, and a bit crooked from my shaking hands, it didn’t end up being a magnificent or quality image. However, there was something about the picture’s imperfection that ignited this idea…the concept that these doors had a story to tell.
What was it about these church doors that was so enticing and filled me with so much wonder?
With each new church, and every unique door, I found myself becoming a bit overwhelmed with mixed emotions. Why were these doors alluring to me? Why did I feel so connected to them?
After spending some time in prayer, it hit me. There were so many years of my life that I didn’t feel I belonged inside the walls of a church. “Would they let me in if they really knew me?”, I would often wonder. “If I were them, would I let someone like me inside?”
“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.”
“Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you.”
It changed my life to realize that Jesus wasn’t waiting for me to be perfect in order to live in relationship with him. He wasn’t locking me out in the midst of my darkness. I was enough, just as I was, as long as I was able to humble myself and have a willingness to knock on the door.
The actual church itself is incredibly powerful. Sanctuaries are amazing. But I believe that we underestimate the significance of taking that first step…of walking up the stairs…knocking on the door…stepping just underneath the threshold. The transformation starts there. There is beauty in the threshold.