Echoes From Zion

I asked Jesus a simple question and I encourage any of my readers to do the same: Show me, Lord, what does the door to my heart look like? I see Jesus showing me my door, the door to my heart. It is like something I’ve seen in pictures. It is a red, heavy wood door. The wood is old, weathered but charming in beauty. The red isn’t bright…is subdued. It is shaped like an old church door, not square or round. More like an arched doorway that has a point at the top. There is a small window in it. I can feel the roughness of the wood.   It’s weird, cause sometimes the door looks like it’s a soothing bluish green. Antique in color. There is stonework all around the door. Like in an old church or an old garden wall. The handle dangles down but is beautiful iron work. I can twist it somehow to push the door open. There is a step, a stone step right in front of the door. Ivy grows all around the stone wall. Grass is before the step. I can even hear birds singing. I know this has to be a gar

I don't usually just sit and write out my ponderings...at least not like this. Still here I am. My heart is somewhere in a place it's been before. It's that place of feeling different. I am different from people around me. Sometimes, I feel like an odd ball. Sometimes, I feel like a square peg in a round hole. But more and more, I'm finding that...well....I'm growing to be more than fine with it. Different is good. Of course every Christian is called to be different from the world around them. This is simply stating the obvious. But where I often feel different is among my fellow believers. And frankly, this is what makes me stop and ponder tonight. Am I really that different? I honestly ask myself that when I'm praying. No joke. My answer is, No - I know I'm not. I know that Christianity is anything but normal. And heck! There are people I admire who are walking in levels of devotion I have not come close to walking in! Still, I am taken back when so