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I have used this language before myself, but, when I recently heard someone say “God has closed a door…,” the metaphor generator that is my mind sprung into action.
The next thing I thought was, “I realized I couldn’t open that door because my foot was in the way.”
When you get to a closed door, or a door has been closed on your path, how do you know it was God that closed it?
And I can’t think too long about opening and closing doors without going to this:
The time in my own life I have referred to most consistently was more than 30 years ago. While I was an undergrad, I remember wondering whether or not to pursue a call to ministry. I tell the story, and have for several years, that “all the other doors I tried were closed.”
But, honestly, I don’t know (now) how hard I tried anything else. I am pretty sure some of those other “doors” wouldn’t open because I was pushing instead of pulling or, maybe, I just didn’t try hard enough.
What does it take for you to interpret a closed door as having been closed by God?