This morning I was feeling rather slow and downtrodden until I listened to what the Holy Ghost was telling me. It started with the phrase "Mischa Barton". So I did what any young man would and looked up Mischa Barton on the internet and found out what countless women my age already knew. Mischa was a gifted child actor who grew into a starlet on the hit TV show "The OC" and eventually let her partying get the best of her and ended up doing B movies after a short stint in a mental hospital. Last year she made headlines for suing her mother for misuse of her assets, but there wasn't anything explaining why I woke with her name on my tongue.
The actress wasn't the missing soul mate I had always longed for and even if she was there would be no having that because I am already happily married and I know full and well the Father does not tempt us, but the Lord does works in mysterious ways.
Later in the morning I heard another word - "The little door", I searched Google and found a beautiful poem below and a gorgeous hymn on YouTube, I realized while I was listening to the song and reading the article, He had led me right to him, each word he was telling me had meaning beyond my imagination. I was in the middle of writing a letter to a friend when the revelation came: I was led to search for the meaning of the name "Mischa". Of course "Mischa" means "what is like God?" At the bottom of the blog entry is a link, please click in order to experience the majesty, if only for a moment.
G. K. Chesterton's "Here is the little door"
Here is the little door, lift up the latch, oh lift!
We need not wander more but enter with our gift;
Our gift of finest gold,
Gold that was never bought nor sold;
Myrrh to be strewn about his bed;
Incense in clouds about his head;
All for the Child who stirs not in his sleep.
But holy slumber holds with ass and sheep.
Bend low about his bed, for each he has a gift;
See how his eyes awake, lift up your hands, O lift!
For gold, he gives a keen-edged sword
(Defend with it Thy little Lord!),
For incense, smoke of battle red.
Myrrh for the honoured happy dead;
Gifts for his children terrible and sweet,
Touched by such tiny hands and
Oh such tiny feet.
Jesus is the little door. He is the way! The Lord inclined my ear to his words and this is what he told me. Jesus is the little door.
To reiterate: I woke the day speaking to myself "Mischa" or what is like God?" - and later found the answer "the little door". The little door is
Mischa - Jesus Christ is the only thing like God.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSaabcCPoJY
