Surrender

The corridors of time are lined on either side with doors yet unopened. My mind frequently wanders down hall after hall, as far as the eye can see, scanning the scene in curiosity.

At all times, within my hand lies a single key. It is fashioned to fit only one door out of innumerable others, and once that door is entered, there is no return.

To some, this fact would seem daunting. How does one choose which door to enter with no knowledge of what will be met on the other side?

In truth, it was never meant for me to know what lies beyond each of these doors, nor the possibilities that exist ahead. Instead, I have been offered the guidance and aid of the One who has gone before. He who knows the way will lead.

And so, I follow. At the first, I saunter warily behind as He leads me to one dark door, draped in shadows, beyond the scope of the light. Fear sweeps over me as He prompts me to approach the threshold. A rigid cold radiates from the very pores of the door's wooden frame, sending my senses into a panic, yet He directs me to turn the key.

In one fluid motion, the latch is loosened. Slowly, He lays His hand upon the warped planking and begins to gently drive it on its hinges. A sliver of light begins to appear and steadily grows in brilliance, until I must bring my hand to my brow.

My Guide extends His arm, inviting me through the doorway. Decidedly, I step across the threshold, entering another corridor. This too is lined with doors, all unopened. Yet I am not met by the same doubts and suspicions as in the previous hall. Here the light shines brighter, the air feels warmer, and the way a little smoother.

In entering the door from which I have just come, I willingly follow the direction of my Lord, pledging to succeed Him all along the way. Now, although the same progression of hard wooden door frames and iron gates are met, they are draped in the soft veil of hope.

No door lies beyond His sight, and so I follow with confidence, as onward, my Guide continues. Where He will lead next, I do not know, but as I turn to view once more where I have been, I notice some writing above the door from which I have just come. In blazing marks inscribed in scarlet lettering, I discern the door's title... Surrender.