I was in the sacristy of a big Cathedral church and wanted to go to the parish office which was below the church. So I went through a door and down a flight of stairs out another door, which left me in an open corridor one level up from the parking lot. I turned to go back inside but the door did not open to let me back inside. All the doors on that outdoor corridor were locked. I was stuck. I was locked out but yet not able to go anywhere. Strange that the building security leaves one stranded, yet imprisoned.
I guess that when a church wants to keep you out, or get you out, it can make the process very unpleasant and one that leaves you feeling a bit helpless. Someone did wander along who allowed me back into the world of being on the inside. For some people, a simple key is not enough to get back in.
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It seems that as we all move through life; we close some doors and open new ones; new opportunities, new jobs, new loves. Then we waste all our time in regret, wishing we had not closed a particular door; that time and distance will never allow us to open again. Locked out once more
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