Easter reflection (3.27)
I used to watch a game show growing up called “Let’s Make A Deal.” Typically, Monty Hall would put the screws into choosing between Door #1, Door #2, or Door #3. Behind any of them could be a new kitchen set, a new car, or a sickly goat. The idea was to try to choose the right door as a road to cheering, to boo’s and jeering.
In today’s Lectio Divina meditation from John 10:1-21, Jesus makes another outlandish I AM statement: I am the door. It was a bit cryptic in my reflection because I imagined I was in this cavernous room with this pearly gate at the far end that I need to go through. But then I thought about my old friend Monty Hall and realized that I’m in a space with many doors and the voices in my head screaming out “DOOR #?????.” I tend to open alot of these doors, often shaped rectangularly, like my computer screen or the television, or the front door of a nice-new-bigger-than-mine home, or a fridge where goodies lie, or the merchant hawking his wares. Whatever the case, I open these doors and I realize the sugar-high I get from thinking, choosing, opening, walking through. And my soul shrinks just a bit, I admit, if I wanted something more than the Deal I got when I turned the door knob. Jesus calls himself the door and beckons me to open up with him because I won’t feel guilty, drained, ripped-off with him. He’s the voice that doesn’t cheer nor jeer with a door number, but calls my name. The only way I could go through the door to Life was that he had the door slammed in his face and faced Death. And with the cross, I can open up my soul to life beyond bad deals.