Open Your Doors to Joy

Joy is like a perfect sculpture,

a masterpiece resting quietly

inside a house whose doors are closed,

yet never truly locked.

When the great sun touches the sculpture,

its colors awaken,

The doors swing open,

and light spills outward

for the world to see.

Yet few notice the house.

Many pass by and call it strange,

whispering about the unusual glow

that leaks through its windows.

And still, somewhere deep within them,

they hope the homeowner might appear,

place a gentle hand upon their shoulder,

and invite them inside.

For something in that light

stirs a memory

their hearts have long forgotten.

And so a question rises

in the heart of the one who owns the home:

Was joy meant

to remain hidden?

Is the house meant

to stay closed,

its beauty guarded for only a few?

Or is the one who holds joy

called to open the doors,

to step into the street,

and let the light fall freely

upon the world?

For the joyous soul,

anchored in the love of Christ,

has been entrusted

with something priceless.

A work of art

not shaped by human hands.

A treasure

no coin could ever purchase.

It was given,

placed gently within the soul

by the grace of God.

And what good

is a masterpiece

if only a few ever see it?

What good

is a radiant sculpture

if the gallery remains closed

and the weary never enter?

Perhaps the one who carries joy

is not meant merely to possess it,

but to display it.

To open the doors.

To lift the veil.

To allow the wandering soul

and the searching heart

to glimpse the beauty within.

For joy is not

a private possession.

Joy is the light of Christ

burning quietly yet fiercely

within the human heart.

And light

was never meant

to remain hidden.

One day

the doors must open.

The masterpiece

must be lifted high,

set upon the hill

where all may see.

So the weary may ask

why it shines so brightly.

So the lost may wonder

why its beauty does not fade.

So the searching soul

may finally discover

that the source of this joy

is not man,

not circumstance,

not the fragile happiness

of the world,

but Christ.

And the light of Christ

placed within the human soul

was never meant

to remain hidden.

It was meant

to shine.

To illuminate the darkness.

To call the wandering home.

CWY