You, standing before this door: “I remember this place.”
Him: Of course you do, but today it’s new.
You: But it’s so much more beautiful.
Him: Yes, it is. Please, come inside.
You: Are you sure? Is it really okay?
Him: It’s okay now. Everything has been done. Everything has been prepared. You’ll find that it’s everything you’ve always really wanted.
You: Why isn’t the door opening?
Him: It will as soon as you really want to go in.
You: But I do!
Him: Really? If you really want to enter, then you will leave behind whatever belongs outside. After all, on the other side of the door is the Daylight. You can’t bring the darkness in with you.
You: What darkness? I don’t see any darkness!
Him: What is on your back, that heavy stone shadow behind you?
You: That’s everything I know. Everything that’s mine, just mine. It’s what only I know.
Him: What is it? What is this stuff that’s just yours, the stuff that only you know?
You: It’s secret. I can’t tell you. It’s the part of me that makes me me.
Him: No, that’s not true. It is not a secret at all, for it’s plain for me to see. These are the memories of all the things people of done to you. It is the anger that you have with all these memories. It is your protest against the way things have gone. Every stone that you carry is a sin against you by other persons, a sin that you won’t let go.
You: I don’t want to let it go! I was hurt. It wasn’t fair. I want those people to get what they deserve. And no, I didn’t like how things turned out. If I had my way, things would have been a lot better.
Him: You have a simple choice here. You can drop everything and come into the Daylight, and you’ll be free. Or you can hold on to what is yours and stay in the night. Because that shadow of darkness, all those stones of unforgiveness, is hell itself, and it keeps you like gravity in the dark. You cannot bring hell into heaven.
You: But it’s all I know. It’s how I understand things.
Him: You have only become comfortable with the darkness. You don’t want to be like my first friend, who loved his own darkness more than me. He wanted to order his own time: he refused Mine.
You: It is so hard to give up. It is a sacrifice.
Him: The light is beautiful, but a little painful at first. There is nothing beautiful in hell.
You: Are you saying that hell is on my back?
Him: I am also saying that heaven is before and it is only light, which is Me. Open your eyes, so you can see. Those stones of unforgiveness are the only things holding you back. You give that up, and you can come in through the door of My forgiveness for you.
You: But it will hurt to forgive, especially the worst things.
Him: Yes, it will. How well I know. See, I have written your name, painfully, in the palm of My hand.
You: It is a scar!
Him: I am the only One here Who will bear the mark of pain for all eternity, and I am the One Who made eternity. This door to heaven is the Door of Forgiveness. It is the Door of your forgiving others, and leaving unforgiveness behind. It is the Door of Me forgiving you, and your freedom in Time.
You: I am homesick. I miss hearing the whispering leaves of Paradise. I miss walking with You in the evening and seeing Your face. For beauty, I will forgive. Everything. Everyone.
Him: Here, I will help you. Come inside, where it’s infinitely larger than the outside. I’ve been waiting.