And yet, and yet…

A few weeks ago, I had the privilege of attending a benefit dinner for an organization near us that creates enterprises and community for adults with disability in a Christian context. It is a beautiful organization that currently hosts an independent living environment for adults with disability. As a parent of a child with Down Syndrome, it cheers my heart significantly to see organizations like these equipping folks with disability to serve and contribute.

One moment in particular stuck out to me from the event. One of the women who lives in the community made a comment when talking about why she loves the organization. Through tears, she described her home, saying “Mine has a red door.”

As I think on the challenges that the disabled face in our world, that area of agency, effectiveness, contribution, and ownership loom large. With our economy of drive and produce, there is little room for those who work at a slower pace. Yet in the midst of the torrent and rage of our culture, this woman has a place in the world that is her own, her own unique red door.

There is a precious uniqueness that God has placed in our hearts to matter in this world. No matter our ability, we want to know that our footsteps matter and that our story will make a difference. As Christians, we must be committed not just to giving things to those in need, but in equipping them for purpose. Each of the least of these matter in the eyes of God; it’s our job to welcome them into the family.

No matter what color your door is, you are known, you are loved, and you have purpose. And you have the opportunity to open that door for others.