I'm from Vermont and I went to college and grad school in Belgium, prior to moving to Boston to attend divinity school and find work.
Vermont is a rural state and Belgium is chock-full of architectural wonders.
Old, stone farm houses, quaint churches, stunning cathedrals, and narrow walk-ups in the towns. I encountered many things in my younger years, but none of them were elevators.
I was in my twenties when I first stepped into an elevator.
Summoning my courage, I walked in and stood there until the door closed.
I waited for the elevator to do something, but it didn't.
So I stood in the semi-darkness, panic rising. What to do?
Eventually, I noticed a panel by the door, glowing as if it needed something from me.
"Ah! Press the button!"
Saved at last by the panel and its buttons, I traveled up the floors, thinking: "This is a nice little metaphor for God."
When you feel closed-in and stuck, press the button.
Just remember God.
God is, and that's that.
Press the button.
That's all you have to do!