Though the Doors Were Locked

Don’t you love the Easter stories of how Jesus comes to the disciples, offering them peace, despite the fact that the doors are locked?  That little detail was no hinderance for our Lord, in His glorified state, that Easter evening. 
 
The cold reality that I don’t share this ability was made abundantly clear to me this chilly Sunday morning.
 
I had decided to make the most of this day of rest, having worked a twelve hour shift in the kitchen and being scheduled Sunday afternoon in our infirmary.  I stayed in bed until after seven! 
 
I gave myself just enough time to get dressed and unlock the doors for visitors while still being a little early for morning Office at 7:30. 
 
Thus, around 7:20, I came down the stairs from chapel and checked the door.  It seemed like it might already be unlocked.  Maybe Sr. Sara Marie had been there ahead of me, I mused.  I decided to test it to make sure, and opened the door. 
 
I stepped outside and let the door close.  I’d like to blame my foolishness on the fact that I had just crawled out of bed. 
 
Too late, I realized that the doors had NOT been unlocked.  I was locked out!
 
Now I had to make tracks or I’d be late for chapel!  I hurried off to another door for which I had a key fob so I could get in. 
 
In my sleepy haste, I headed west instead of east and ended up going the long way around the building! 
 
Finally, I made it inside out of the cool spring air and unlocked the doors.  I was in chapel about two minutes before morning prayer began, and all was well. 
 
This unplanned situation involving locked doors may have been a little blessing in disguise by which I got fresh air and exercise which I would have otherwise missed out on. 
 
Thank you, Lord Jesus, for the hidden gifts you give us, even through locked doors

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