It's glass with a cream wood frame.
It's the main access for going onto the back porch and out to the back yard.
It gets slammed on a frequent basis as kids head to the great outdoors...or the great suburban backyard, as it were.
And as the majority of the door is glass, it should let in copious sunlight and vistas of the green lawn and the tall trees.
But it usually doesn't.
Because as the main portal to the yard, its glass is often smudged, smeared with the prints of many small hands and gossamer imprints of little faces pressed up to it, seeking a glimpse beyond.
I'm an optimist, it seems. I clean that door from time to time, the faintly sweet scent of blue glass cleaner coating the surface, a crumple of paper towels in my hand. I scrub at the coating of residue humanity frosting the window. I listen for the squeak of a clean surface. And when I finish the job, I step back to observe the crystal clear view offered by its clarified reflection.
It doesn't last long.
Nothing beckons grimy hands and pressed-up noses like a clean window.
And so within a couple of hours, the glass door looks opaque yet again.
It speaks to me.
There are those solitary moments in my view of faith, when I can see clearly through the veil of circumstance and can see the green field of hope and future beyond. For a little while, the view is luminous, a sparkle of sense and understanding gracing the vision.
But life on this side of the glass is sticky and messy. It's the residue of free will bumping up against the holy, I suppose. I smear my hands in questions and worry, doubt and dissent. And with dirty hands and a runny nose, I press up against eternity's door again.
The view becomes clouded with the residue of me.
But God is an optimist, it seems. He washes all things with the Word, clarifying the vision, wiping away the clouded coating left by his kids' effort at theology, logic, laws and rules.
It's those little moments of clarity, winking in the window of a clean soul. It's those little moments that reveal the great beauty of what is beyond.