There was once a man who was searching for a perfect home in the mountains. He had seen many houses but could not find the one that he would call his home. One day his realtor drove him up a long, windy road filled with pot holes and weeds towards a house on a cliff at the very top of the mountain.

When they had reached the house, the man stood and looked at the sad structure. It was a very old building, unpainted and abandoned long ago. The shutters were falling off and the front porch was rotting away. And the once beautiful front door was broken. The man tried to walk around to the back, but the house had been built right on the edge of the cliff. There was no way to get into the house except through the broken front door.

As the man climbed the rotted out steps up to the front door, he began to wonder why the realtor had brought him to such an odd home. He stepped towards the door and eased it open just enough to enter the abandoned house. As the door squeaked open, the man could see cobwebs and dust in the stale air from years of abandonment.

Finally, when the man walked completely inside the house he began to notice a gleaming bright light from back of the home. He walked forward through the dusty air towards a majestic door made of mahogany and leaded glass. Through the cut glass, the light beamed and glimmered throughout the old home.

The man wanted to see more of the light. He opened the beautiful door and stepped out onto a perfectly maintained porch with fresh paint and inviting rocking chairs. The view that had been hidden from the front of the home was now spectacularly shown in front of him. Gazing across the valley, the horizon stretched to eternity. The river below led to an impressive waterfall. Birds glided on the updrafts, and the man could hear children laughing and church bells ringing. It was as if the man was looking over all of creation. With no hesitation the man told the realtor that he would buy the house.

Many years had passed. Drawn by the beauty of the light through the back door and the brilliant view from the back porch, the man began to make this house his home. He had painted, repaired, and arranged his home so guests could enjoy the view out the back of the house and experience the same light and beauty that he had seen for the first time many years ago.

But the man had forgotten about one thing: the front of the home. Guests would drive up the old road overgrown with weeds. The front porch still looked rotted out and the front door was still broken. The man had not taken the time to fix up the front of his home because he knew what was in the inside of his home was far more important than the front of his home. And every time a guest came to visit, he felt a small twinge of pain as his guests had to walk through the old broken door into his now beautiful house. It was now time for him to work on the broken front door.