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I imagine there are Advent calendars everywhere
with the first doors now standing open.
Whilst some will reveal scripture verses,
one of my grown up granddaughters
is working her way through a
Minnie Mouse one.
It has the added attraction
of laying a daily chocolate trail right up to Christmas.
I don't know how can she resist opening all the doors at once!
I keep away from chocolate temptation
(at least calendar -wise),
and follow an
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and you will not be transported to a monastic cell for a week,
but will be gently led to exploring
in a way that enables you
to use however much or little time you have
to deepen and strengthen your inner life.
In my initial time with the meditation on
the Annunciation narrative
I found myself again engaging with the notion of doors,
which has stayed with me since my post
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There are a succession of doors,
real and metaphorical,
which mark our progress through life as surely
as the hands of the clock.
From the earliest doors which lead us inexorably away
from the innocence and vulnerability of childhood,
on to the doors we need to pass through
in our search for meaning and identity
right to the end of our lives,
we are always moving.
Wherever we are on the journey
there are doors ahead of us
standing ajar waiting,
though we may be totally unaware of them.
Mary could not have beenthe Holy Spirit was to come upon her
expecting an angel
the day Gabriel brought the stupendous news
a new and holy life within her.
In her apparent ordinariness,
the fullness of who she was meant
she held nothing back.
Beyond her initial fear and unpreparedness,
young as she was,
lay the ripeness of an open heart
which could say
even to the dark unknown beyond the door
which was about
to fully open before her.
The extraordinary trust which enabled her
to let go of all control of her future
with the words
"Let it be to me according to your word"
have resonated with me all through this past year
since last Advent.
If we feel the doors of life haven't opened to us
as we need,
or as we feel they should;
or that we have become trapped
in a place where no doors will open to us,
Let it be...
If we are convinced
there are no more doors for us,
that we have traveled as far as we are able,
or come as far as we will ever be allowed to go,
Let it be...because we no longer feel we have the strength
When we have come at last to a place of shelter,
where we have sojourned safe,
and cannot think to leave,
or when we long to return to some sweet remembered thing
rather than press on,
Let it be...
Even if we don't want more doors to lie ahead
or the desire to go on,
even then we can put our trust in the future
by releasing the weight of our expectations
from our own shoulders.
Let it be ...
Who knew The Beatles were such good theologians!
However we feel about it,
until our last breath
there will always be one more threshold