The Curtain

I was walking yesterday in the neighborhood. As I passed the beautiful houses, I tried to see how they looked and what tells one house apart from another. Some had beautiful frontages; well manicured lawns. Some had flowers which were neatly arranged to highlight the entrance. Some had garage doors that were left open. I saw how well arranged were the things inside their garage. Some windows had curtains and some had blinds.

As I was nearing our house, I noticed that it was only the window in my room that had its curtains opened like an arch. I looked again at the other houses. Their curtains were closed. I looked up again to my room; it’s odd. All this time, people who passed by may have wondered why my curtain is open that way.

Funny me! I wake up in the morning and the first thing that I would do is open my curtains. I see it as my welcome of a new day. Whether it is sunny outside, or it is raining, or it is chilly, I still open my curtains. Why?

Back then I would joke people who asked me, “Why do you open your curtains?” I would answer them, jokingly, “Oh, it means my store is open.” Some would say, “What store?”

It could be out of habit that I open the curtains everyday. But really, I am asking myself now why I am opening the curtain and to think that it is the first thing that I do everyday, unconsciously. Now, I am becoming aware that I am doing this.

But why am I doing this?

It is my way of ending my prayer in the morning and my way of saying, “Thank you, dear God, for another day.” A bonus would be if I hear the chirping of the birds. That would make me smile back.

When Jesus breathed his last, the curtain in the temple was torn into two. Accordingly, this meant the end of the old testament and the start of the new testament – Jesus – the truth, the way, the life.

Now that I am conscious that I am opening my curtain out of habit, I am grateful that each morning I can still rise and walk towards the window and say, “Thank you, Jesus. It is another day.”