When I was in Dublin some years ago I got up to go to an early
meeting, and found the servants had not opened the front door; so I
pulled back a bolt, but I could not get the door open. Then I turned a
key, but the door would not open. Then I found there was another bolt
at the top and another bolt at the bottom. Still the door would not
open. Then I found there was a bar, and then I found a night-lock. In
all I found five or six different fastenings.
I am afraid that door represents every sinner's heart. The door of his
heart is double-locked, double-bolted, and double-barred. Oh, my
friends, pull back the bolts, and let the King of glory in!