Day 05

Dear closet writer,

May God give you a door of utterance, so that you can speak the mysteries you are called to utter in Christ.

Withal praying also for us, that God would open unto us a door of utterance, to speak the mystery of Christ, for which I am also in bonds. Colossians 4:3 (KJV)

Let God open the doors for you to venture into television, movies,  theater, media, advertising, social media and all the other avenues that will exist, when you exist in time.

It might look like a tiny door, with a tiny key. Trust the leader’s voice, and follow Him faithfully.

When you walk through the door that no man can shut, you will prosper in the blessed territory.

Your grandest adventure will begin when you unlock the door trustingly. Who knows? You might end up like Alice in wonderland. Your pen can take you to places unheard, unseen and unbegotten by the minds that surround you.

Go on, take up your tiny key and unlock the door that you can see.

Vim

READ TO WRITE

There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when Alice had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever to get out again.

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Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass: there was nothing on it but a tiny golden key, and Alice’s first idea was that this might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them. However, on the second time round, she came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before, and behind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted!

Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head through the doorway; “and even if my head would go through,” thought poor Alice, “it would be of very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only knew how to begin.” For, you see, so many out-of-the- way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.

Lewis Carroll

Excerpt and Image @ sabian.org

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