Theosophical Forum, December, 1936.
A GREAT crowd stood outside the DOOR which, it was said, would open when a ray from the Sun reached a given point on the latch. Everyone pressing close to the mighty frame was waiting for the Moment so that he could be the first to rush in and claim for himself from the storehouse of treasures behind the Door a gift so priceless that he would never even want for more.
Of all the crowd - some crippled, some strong, some rich, some poor, some young, and some old, some beautiful, some ugly, some haughty, and some friendly - not one had ever seen the Door of Christmas open. Yet, all believed that it would open on this Day. It would open, it was said, to the one who would give the Right Knock. It was commonly thought that there would be only one who would give the Right Knock and each hoped that it would be he. Some carried secret keys with which they hoped to unlock the Door if it did not quickly give way to their touch. Others hoped to break it down from the tremendous force of their physical power. Each pushed as closely toward the Door as possible - crowding and pushing and in some cases stealing his neighbor's vantage point as he did so.
It was dreary waiting outside the Door and some grew fearful lest the Sun should go behind a cloud before its ray should reach the given point. That would necessitate another Cycle of Waiting. Dark shadows above and around began to deepen and everyone knew that the Time when the ray would either appear in a momentary burst of splendor or remain hidden in a dark envelopment of cloud was very near. It was then that one feeling the tension of the hour and the tragedy of his own soul cried out:
"Fools! Fools, all of you! To believe in old wives, tales. That door will never open. It has never opened to anyone yet and if it should, there would be nothing more than pretty pieces of glass and cockle-shells to reward you!"
He would have spoken longer but the crowd in a terrible rage cried, "Blasphemer!" and "Away with him!" until those closest picked him up and running to the far distant edge of a mountain, threw him over the side and hurried back lest they should miss the ray of the Sun when it appeared on the latch.
A boy climbing up the steep precipice found the unfortunate unbeliever bleeding and all but dying. He stooped to inquire the cause of the man's misery. When he was told that the men waiting at the Door of Christmas had thrown him over the mountainside the boy said: "I too am on my way to the Door of Christmas. Here! I will bind your wounds and help you back up again. We will go together."
The man forgetting for a moment his pain, looked curiously at the lad. Then a strange glimmer of something akin to renewed faith lighted his face.
"You must hurry," he finally smiled, "you might be late." But the boy shook his head.
"There is always time to help those who suffer. Besides, if I do not see the ray today I may see it the next time it appears. There is always so much to do to help."
But the injured man urged him to hurry. Then seeing the boy would not leave him, he painfully stumbled to his feet and leaning heavily on the youth climbed to the top with him.
At the crest of the mountain they encountered a bewildering scene; for it appeared that everyone who waited at the Door o Christmas was fighting - rolling and tumbling, scratching and pushing for a place of vantage near the Door. The man whom the crowd had sought to destroy sat down by the roadside.
"I am too weary," he said, "to go further. I will rest and come another day. You must go on."
The boy, understanding, turned to the man and smiled. "If the Door should open unto me I will bring back my Treasure to you!" With that he left the man and went with shining eyes toward the Door, close to which he found an old man who had not joined in the brawl, patiently awaiting the appearence of the ray from the Sun. No one had apparently seen the old man by the threshold, but suddenly he cried out and all became aware of him, and ceased their fighting.
"The Door! He's gone through the Door! He's gone - It was the Boy - "
But those who had been fighting had not seen the boy at all. Some came close to the old man and asked him what he meant. And he answered that the Boy standing close to him had looked at him suddenly and cried:
"The Light! Do you not see It on the latch?" But the old man had seen nothing extraordinary and he had thought the boy was daft. He had watched him then in idle curiosity and the boy had appeared to speak with Someone at the door. Amused at the lad's fancy he had even caught his words:
"... I should mold the key from Love and give it to my Brother so that he might unlock the Door of Understanding!"
Those who had ceased their quarreling gathered around the old man and asked him many questions: "Did you not see with whom the boy had talked?" "What else did he say?" "Where did the boy go?"
And the old man answered:
"As I watched, looking as straight as I could at the lad, he seemed to disappear right through the Door! It was as if there were no Door!"
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