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“Knock Knock “
Colossians 3:12-14, Matthew 6:14-15
Growing up I recall a room on the second story of my grandparents’ house ― the dreaded “spare
room.”
I was not at all fond of this room.
It was cold, musty and dusty.
In this room she piled everything ―
and I mean everything ― she felt she couldn’t live with OR without.
I never liked to spend too much time
in there.
It was much worse for me at night.
The darkness made everything in the corners take on sinister
shadows where they would seemingly sneer at me all night long.
On nights when the wind was howling,
the tree branches would claw like long fingers scratching at the windows to get in and pluck me from my
bed.
Hiding under the blankets, I would vow to never have a room like this, much less put someone in it!
Fast forward.
I have a room like this now.
It became a “spare/guest” room once my son moved out.
For the most
part, the room looks much the same.
Same pictures, paint, bed, etc. Sadly, however, this room in the house
is now where I put everything I need to sort through.
New pictures to hang.
Photo albums to go through.
Projects to compete.
Clothes that don’t fit anymore (but will someday?!) to sort.
At Christmas the bed
makes a great place to plop gifts to wrap and give.
It’s looking a bit like my grandmother’s room (the one I
vowed to never have, haha) EXCEPT, of course, when guests are due to arrive (thankfully, not often…),
then I strip and clean the room.
Everything gets stuffed in the closet out of sight.
Until they leave!
Then I
drag it out.
Everyone has an area like this, right?
A place to toss things we don’t want to deal with right away.
Out of sight, but never out of mind.
Oh, we pass by this room quite a bit.
Sometimes we stick our head in
and look at the mess, then shut the door.
The door to a room like this is rarely open.
We hide this room
from the sight of others.
We don’t want others in there!
Sometimes, however, we find ourselves in there.
Maybe when nobody else is around.
We go in with good intentions to organize and restore order but
seldom accomplish that.
Much of the time we drag more things in with us!
Where else do we store things?
Not just things, but items we can’t touch and see.
What about
emotions, thoughts?
Where do we store hopes, dreams and desires?
Joys, memories (good and not-sogood...) Our heart, of course.
Just as the brain sorts the day’s activities and stores them, so too does our heart.
Rooms, halls and
walls of our heart.
We visit and roam daily.
So many.
Some old and some new rooms we create.
We tear
down the bridges of the heart and put up walls as well.
We have rooms of love and happiness.
Large room
of good memories.
Rooms we fill with dreams.
We absolutely love to fill these rooms and we enter often.
We are more than happy to bring others in.
We leave these doors wide open for all to enter.
We have other rooms though.
Darker rooms.
Rooms of anger, resentment, shame and pain.
Rooms
of agony and torment.
Despair and hopelessness.
Fear.
We tend to have more darker rooms than light.
Very
little light enters and we go in frequently with our baggage.
When we do try to sort, we find we are
overwhelmed.
We cannot do it alone and we usually will not ask for help.
We find ourselves in adjoining
darker rooms when we enter just one.
For instance, one can enter the room of darker memories and find
themselves in the room of anger.
Enter the room of guilt, and you most likely will find yourself in the room
of even shame.
Then pain.
We don’t like to show these rooms to others.
Cluttered rooms.
Full rooms.
Shadows and secrets.
The lighter rooms seem distant.
Once in these rooms we find it difficult to leave.
It’s
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