And so, as it all draws to a close and the end is in sight, the other Big Question remains: what happens to the toilet door?
Is there another life, another purpose, another house, another destination?
Does this door have another use in a different world? Is it hung (hanged?) again, rising up in glory; or does it end up in a fire – from dust to dust, from ashes to ashes?
It has had its life, and weathered the storm. It has served its purpose. Some would say well, others not!
Most doors just hang. Others make a difference – they leave a legacy.
Like the holes in His hands, this door has four holes to remind mankind of the fickleness of Life. There are so many questions and so few answers.
Yes, the door has been open and shut, moved back and forth, locked and unlocked. It has had its life.
It is battered and bruised. It has scars to tell the tales. It has A story to tell.
If only doors could talk!
Behold, I stand at the door and knock. if anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him and he with me.