Jesus said, "I am the door. If anyone enters by Me, he will be saved, and will go in and out and find pasture." (John 10:9)
Sitting before the face of the church I grew up attending, St Mary’s Hanover, I marvel at the simplicity of construction. The limestone blocks, hewn from a nearby quarry, cut with the precision of a craftsman yielding his tools of the trade. So different than today with the advent of tools providing laser cut accuracy. I stand in awe of those who have gone before us and the faith, skill and commitment to what has stood for over 125 years as a legacy to their faith.
The years have changed the face of the church as I remember it. Grand steps leading to the door heralding us inward and onward have been replaced, in part, with a ramp, more railings and less steps to greet the weary traveler. The once large wooden door with brass hardware, creaking upon its hinges, has now been replaced by a beautiful glass door with its etched cross.
My gaze takes me upward to the face of a stone proclaiming the year 1898; proudly bearing witness to the erection, dedication and faith of the neighbors who sought to celebrate Eucharist in their surroundings. My eyes gaze westward upon the large tombstone dedicated to Rev. Francis McCullough--a monument to his faith and belief in the resurrected Christ. It was under his guidance this present church was built having outgrown the first church of 1875.
My eyes draw back to the face of the church. I notice one of the foundational stones cracked horizontally under the weight of the structure above. How are we like this stone cracking under the man-made pressures of the world?
My eyes gaze upward to the stained-glass window. I am unable to make out the design but often the windows hold symbols to our faith. This window offering a glimmer of light as one ascends to the bell tower. The bell tower, once ornamented with wooden slotted panels to allow the sound to permeate the valley, has been now enclosed and concealed with solid panels probably for protection from weather and critters.
My eyes drift slowly down the face of the church. I notice the structural supports embedded between rock layers. I see signs of the times past and present; power lines and motion lights replacing oil candles for lighting; a security system alerting to the possibilities of the times we live in.
And, once again, my gaze lands upon the door and the words Jesus speaks to my heart, “I am the door. Anyone who enters by Me shall be saved. You will come and go and find pasture.” How fitting the words ‘find pasture’ as I look around at the rural setting I find myself.
However, it is the door that calls. Jesus stands at the door of our own hearts beaconing us; inviting us to welcome Him in; to become—as the glass door before me—transparent in heart.
And I reach to open the door…