They have been there for several weeks, even after a few misty, rainy days and even more sunny ones. Five footprints – left, right, left, right, left – follow from the portico to the double red doors that lead into the church grounds where I work. When the doors are opened, the concrete pathway continues through an enclosed cloistered meditation garden, known as the garth, and then up a few steps into the church itself. Except the footprints do not continue along that path. They stop at the threshold of the front double doors.
Now, logic tells me they were made one very rainy day in early January when there was heavy traffic coming in for a funeral. But here is the weird part. First, there were many rainy, muddy footprints made that day, and all except these have washed or worn away. Another funny thing? They look as if someone was barefoot when they made these imprints on the concrete. I promise you, no one came to that funeral in January barefoot. Or did He?
In the Book of Revelation, Jesus claims that He stands at the door and knocks. He is a gentleman. We have to let Him in…even into our places of worship. Was Jesus allowed in that day? I am sure He was.So why have the footprints remained? And why do they stop at the door? You tell me.
Still, each day as I walk through the portico and unlock those red double doors, the footsteps along the way remind me that I have the choice to allow Jesus into my everyday life or not – despite the fact that I work in a place of worship. I can still have a bad day, or a God-filled, blessed day. It all depends on my perspective. Do I let my Lord come in through those doors and into my office with me? Or do I leave Him at the threshold and try to get through the day alone?
I found God in five footprints that will not wash away. Where have you found Him today?
