Parable: The Locked Room
There was a young man who inherited a house filled with many rooms. Each room had a purpose: one for rest, one for work, one for gathering with others. But there was one small room at the end of a narrow hallway. It had no windows, only a lock on the door.
At first, the young man entered that room out of curiosity. Inside was a simple fire pit. The fire was warm and comforting, and for a moment it felt good to sit there alone. So he returned again. And again. Each time, he closed the door behind him.
Over time, the fire grew hotter. The room filled with smoke. The young man began leaving the room feeling uneasy, carrying the smell of smoke with him into the rest of the house. He tried to ignore it. After all, no one else saw the room. No one else knew.
But slowly, the smoke began seeping under the door. The warmth he once enjoyed started to dull his senses. He avoided the other rooms more often, choosing instead the locked one—because it was familiar, private, and easier than facing the rest of the house.
One day, the owner of the house returned. He did not shout. He did not break down the door. He simply stood in the hallway and said, “That fire was meant for the hearth, where it gives warmth without destruction. Not for a hidden room where it burns you in secret.”
The young man stood there, key in hand, realizing the fire itself was not the enemy—but keeping it hidden, unmanaged, and disconnected from its purpose had slowly filled his life with smoke.
Moral:
What God creates as good can become harmful when removed from its intended place. Hidden habits shape the heart in secret, long before they affect the rest of life.