“Open” and “closed doors” are terms attempting to describe a person’s interaction with God’s will. We all assume we are Gideon-like with our dewy fleeces leading us in God’s pre-determined path.
Christians have a fear of falling out of God’s will for their life (mostly our concern is over temporal details rather than, like, sin, which is a violation of God’s will that seems to bother us not nearly as much).
They fear the consequences of marrying the wrong person even if they meet all biblical standards, moving to the wrong city, buying the wrong house, taking the wrong job. One false step and your life could be entirely off-course. One can hear God’s GPS in one’s head, “Recalculating.”
There seems no worse fear for a Christian than waking up in heaven to give an account for your years as a pastor, only to hear God say, “Hey, you were supposed to be a lumberjack. All that stuff you did was a waste. Did you not see the trees I put around you everywhere?”
So, with this fear in mind, many a Christian has gone through life trying to determine God’s elusive will by using open and closed doors. If it works out; it must have been God’s will. If it didn’t work out; it must not have been His will.
All of this is quite tiresome.
I’ve spent many hours listening to Christian young people debate with themselves in a presumed conversation with me “what does God want me to do with my life?”
My answer is always the stock, “I have no idea.” Because, well, I have no idea what you should do with your life as far as spouse, job, residence, etc.
Here’s one thing I do know: we decrease; Christ increases. We die daily. We deny our self. We bear one another’s burdens. We love God and love our neighbor.
That’s it. If the person you want to marry will help you do this, then marry the person and get off your stupid foibles. If the proposed job will allow you to do this, then take the job. You can do this in any city.
As I said earlier, decision making for the Christian is simpler than for the non-Christian. Half of life has already been forbidden! What a relief! I no longer have to consider whether I should become a crack dealer. Shwew!
Your life aint all that central to anything. Relax. Get over yourself. Start thinking about someone else for a change, and keep your self-centered, naval gazing to a minimum.