Always Open

One of my favorite things is the open sign. I know, it sounds weird and a little like “maybe they should make pills for this,” but I have a reason.

The open sign means that I’m welcome inside.

There’s few things more frustrating to me than wanting to go somewhere, buy something, see something, and not be able to get in because the place is closed.

I’ve mentioned it before, but one of my favorite places is an Episcopal church that is open 24/7. I love to go inside and sit in the silence and pray, meditate, or just be still.

I believe that if Heaven has a sign, it’s the open sign.

God’s throne room is always accessible to those who have need or to those who simply want to adore and say thanks.

God will never turn away anyone who seeks Him in faith and repentance though Jesus. Never. He will never shut the door in the face of anyone who earnestly desires salvation.

That’s why I love that neon open sign. It’s a reminder to me of a God who invites me to come before Him boldly at any time and a Heaven where the inscription on the entrance could read “whosoever will,” meaning that God’s salvation is for whoever will trust in Jesus and believe.

The Bible closes with an open invitation:

“The Spirit and the Bride: Come.

And let everyone who hears these words say, ‘Come.’

And let those who thirst come.
All who desire to drink, let them take and drink freely from the water of life” (Revelation 22:17, The Voice).

More for Those With Broken Hearts

I have something I’ve learned about having my heart broken a few times that I want to pass along to you. First of all, I want to say that okay to grieve when your love or interest in someone goes unrequited. It’s okay to hurt. I think it requires as much of a grieving process as losing a loved one, because you’re seeing the death of a dream that was very dear to your heart.

I think it’s okay to be brutally open and honest with God about the pain. He can take it. Besides, he already knows those feelings that you pretend aren’t there when you tell yourself that you’re fine.

That said, I think one good thing out of having your heart broken is that it is never again the same shape as it was, pre-break. It’s larger. And if you choose the path of healing versus the path of grudges and bitterness, good things can come out of the pain, such as these:

You have more room to love others and you have an increased sensitivity to those in pain around you who need your love.

You give more grace toward those who act out of their own hurt toward you because you remember when you did the same out of the great pain you were once in.

You have more compassion and tenderness in general because you know what it’s like to need it and find it so you want others to experience the same joy you did.

Finally, you become a little more like Jesus because you’ve shared in his sufferings. Jesus above all knows the pain of a broken heart, both physically and metaphorically. He’s the one who wept over Jerusalem because they wouldn’t come to him and find life and freedom. His heart was just as broken that day as when the spear pierced his side into his heart.

So remember that there is nothing broken that God can’t take and make beautiful. No, not just beautiful like it was before. It won’t ever be the same. It will be much, much better.