From last week’s lectionary readings:
“Therefore, I will now allure her,
and bring her into the wilderness,
and speak tenderly to her.
From there I will give her her vineyards,
and make the Valley of Achor* a door of hope.
There she shall respond as in the days of her youth,
as at the time when she came out of the land of Egypt.”
~ Hosea 2:14-15
*Achor = trouble, struggle. So, yes, you might say God will “make the Valley of Trouble a door of hope.”
They say “when God closes a door, He opens another one.” Or maybe this: “When God closes a door, He opens a window.”
But, I’ve started to think of it this way: “When God closes a door, She opens a paint bucket and builds some beauty.” God makes beauty out of boring, color out of chaos, veritable art out of valleys of Achor.
A little late afternoon light reaching through a darkened door, making possible a stained glass window prayer? Telling us where in the world we are? Door of hope.
A wash of morning light moving slowly over a threshold, marking the passage of time? Telling us when in the day we are? Door of hope.
A church door red as the blood of the lamb that was slain, as though all who dwell there might be marked by mercy and life while sin and death pass by? Telling us who and whose we are? Yes. What a door of hope.