Monday, January 6, 2014

The Parable of The Blue Door



There I stood, after months of searching; I was facing the Blue Door. It was beautiful in an enchanting kind of way. Where would it take me? What opportunities and adventures were beyond? How would it change my life?

 I looked back behind me to see if they had caught up yet. I could hear them nearing. No! They cannot have me. I will be free! What was I waiting for? I couldn’t move. It was like something was holding me still, forbidding me to take a step in to the new world I had dreamed about.
                           
I looked around me; there stood statues of men, woman, and children.  All of them had the same look on their faces, the same look that was on my face right now. They too were reaching for the door. 

Everything in my life up to this point has been meaningless. I remember hearing stories about the Blue Door and how on the other side there was something so wonderful, it must be a dream. I was told that not many make it past the door.
The master’s beasts were getting closer.

My heart was racing. I didn't want to end up like them. I was able to take a step forward and another. I was going to make it! I was going to walk through that Blue Door. As I drew closer the door began to open a bit. I felt like the door was inviting me in, encouraging me to step through into my new destiny.

They were so close now, too close. The hair on my neck rose. I was able to take another step.   The beasts were just a few yards away. They dismounted their dark horses.  Some laughed and others glared at me. I had come so far. I looked up at the Blue Door.

“Ha! You thought you could run away? What a joke! You will always be our captive!” The beasts laughed again.

The stone statues began to wail and cry out things I couldn’t understand. The beasts laughed even harder. Fear started to fill my heart.

The beasts moved closer while cursing and laughing at me. I couldn’t move.

I looked back at the door. If I was going to die, I was going to die looking at something beautiful. My life had never been beautiful. Darkness and fear was all I knew.

I screamed for help and a light burst from the door.  A small, red bird came and perched itself above the door. I felt hope and strength in my heart. At first the beasts took a step back. They were afraid. I was able to take another step. But my victory didn’t last long. One of the beast grabbed hold of arm, its claws sunk in.


I fought with all I had. I was going to live and be free. The beast seemed to be losing its strength as I came within inches of the door. I reached out and grabbed the door. The beasts and statues shrieked.

I was standing in the door way.

Looking back I saw the beast shrinking back. I screamed that I was never going to be their slave again. I walked through and shut it behind me.

I could feel a wonderful heat on my back. I turned and soaked in the wonderful sight. It was full of color and life. I saw a light shining through the trees and somehow knew it was meant for me. I walked toward the light. My life was about to change forever.


Freedom in Christ is a choice. DO you want to be free? Walk through the door and into Jesus’ marvelous light. It’s not too late. Take that step. It will make the enemy furious. They will try and stop you. The great part is that Jesus has already won. His blood paid for everything. So freedom in any area in your life can be yours. It’s as easy as walking through a door. Just ask Jesus for help. And you will be able to walk in a whole new world. Are you ready? You have the opportunity to change your life forever.

Take that step…Walk through the door into marvelous light

Whatsoever Think…

Do you need prayer today? I would be honored to pray for you. Don’t stay where you are right now. 

Special thanks toJ.M. Schiele for helping me edit this story! Go check out her website( http://jmschiele.jimdo.comyou won’t be disappointed!

6 comments:

  1. Janelle, landed her via My 500 Words. I couldn't resist the image of the blue door. And once I started reading, I couldn't resist your story. Written so passionately and beautifully! God has give you a gift, and you share it so well.

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  2. Wow, great writing! In fact, I was cheering you on as I read. I agree with sherreya. You glorify God with your writing. Keep going. ;-)

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  3. Please do post your new blogs on the my500words group page so I can follow. Please tag me too. Thanks!

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    1. I will do that for you! Is your name "Flora Joy" on Facebook?

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