The Church Doors


By Kathy A. Weckwerth IMG_1928-As I hastily prepared a toasted english muffin, slathering peanut butter across it and grabbing my cup of coffee, I headed out into the morning wind to make it across the yard to my Wednesday morning Bible study.

The little church looked so peaceful as it rested in the grove.  High above the towering trees stands the steeple and peering out through the winter winds whipping the snow flakes, I took a deep breath in and thanked God once again for his kindness.  This will be the fourth Christmas that Farmer Dean and I will celebrate the birth of our Savior within these walls.

As I pulled my keys out of my pocket, I realized, I had the wrong keys.  No worries, I’d just get them from my car.  But alas, they were nowhere to be found.  With 30 minutes to go until everyone arrived, I began to panic.  And so I did what I do so often, I dialed up the Farmer.


“Deano, do you have my keys?”  I questioned.

“Nope, you do.”  he  answered.

“What!  Where?”  I began to panic.

“Probably locked inside the church.”  he replied.

Ah, yes.  That was it.  You see on Monday I entertained at the little church, a lovely group of women from the neighboring town of Starbuck so they could celebrate their Christmas party.  I was so busy cleaning up and locking up … I forgot to grab the old keys.

I quickly called one of my friends and she picked up the keys on her way out to study.  But in the midst of the wind blowing, and the icy snow pelting our windows, each one of us sat in our warm cars waiting and watching for the key to get us inside.

I smiled and said to God, “You have an interesting sense of humor.”  You see, while we waited, and wait we did, there was nothing we could do.  We just sat.  And waited.  And waited.  But in those moments between our car, the snow, the quietness, the peacefulness, I realized something.  In a sense, this was what it must have been like for Mary and Joseph.

They were traveling.  They were approaching doors that were closed on them.  And they were waiting.  Waiting on doors to open.  Waiting for God to meet them.  Waiting for arms to be wide open.  They were welcomed not into a holy palace filled with bright shiny gold, but instead, they were welcomed into a dark, safe place next to the animals.

The doors were opened on that day of Christ’s birth and new life was given, hope was delivered, and prophecy fulfilled.

As I pondered all of this, I looked up to see my Bible study friend handing me the key.  I laughed and headed straight for the double doors that looked warm and inviting as they held the beautiful rustic Christmas wreaths.

Christmas is a time to reflect on the presence of God.  Christmas is a time to reflect on the presents of God~ His Son, forgiveness, open arms, and the key to salvation.


Merry Christmas to you and yours,

Kathy and Farmer Dean

  1. Rose DuHoux12-17-15

    It is always worth waiting for your bible study. Life rushes by and we need that time to wait. It teaches patience and shows us that when we wait, there’s always something good as a result. Thanks again for your ministry and friendship. Merry Christmas to you both.