Tuesday, April 27, 2010


I Stand by the Door
by Sam Shoemaker


I stand by the door.
I neither go too far in, nor stay too far out,
The door is the most important door in the world-
It is the door through which people walk when they find God.
There's no use my going way inside, and staying there,
When so many are still outside and they, as much as I,
Crave to know where the door is.
And all that so many ever find
Is only the wall where a door ought to be.
They creep along the wall like blind people,
With outstretched, groping hands.
Feeling for a door, knowing there must be a door,
Yet they never find it ...
So I stand by the door.

The most tremendous thing in the world
Is for people to find that door--the door to God.
The most important thing any person can do
Is to take hold of one of those blind, groping hands,
And put it on the latch--the latch that only clicks
And opens to the person's own touch.
People die outside that door, as starving beggars die
On cold nights in cruel cities in the dead of winter—
Die for want of what is within their grasp.
They live, on the other side of it--live because they have not found it.
Nothing else matters compared to helping them find it,
And open it, and walk in, and find Him ...
So I stand by the door.

Go in, great saints, go all the way in--
Go way down into the cavernous cellars,
And way up into the spacious attics--
It is a vast roomy house, this house where God is.
Go into the deepest of hidden casements,
Of withdrawal, of silence, of sainthood.
Some must inhabit those inner rooms.
And know the depths and heights of God,
And call outside to the rest of us how wonderful it is.
Sometimes I take a deeper look in,
Sometimes venture in a little farther;
But my place seems closer to the opening ...
So I stand by the door.

There is another reason why I stand there.
Some people get part way in and become afraid
Lest God and the zeal of His house devour them
For God is so very great, and asks all of us.
And these people feel a cosmic claustrophobia,
And want to get out. "Let me out!" they cry,
And the people way inside only terrify, them more.
Somebody must be by the door to tell them that they are spoiled
For the old life, they have seen too much:
Once taste God, and nothing but God will do any more.
Somebody must be watching for the frightened
Who seek to sneak out just where they came in,
To tell them how much better it is inside.
The people too far in do not see how near these are
To leaving--preoccupied with the wonder of it all.
Somebody must watch for those who have entered the door,
But would like to run away. So for them, too,
I stand by the door.

I admire the people who go way in.
But I wish they would not forget how it was
Before they got in. Then they would be able to help
The people who have not, yet even found the door,
Or the people who want to run away again from God,
You can go in too deeply, and stay in too long,
And forget the people outside the door.
As for me, I shall take my old accustomed place,
Near enough to God to hear Him, and know He is there,
But not so far from people as not to hear them,
And remember they are there, too.
Where? Outside the door--
Thousands of them, millions of them.
But--more important for me--
One of them, two of them, ten of them,
Whose hands I am intended to put on the latch.
So I shall stand by the door and wait
For those who seek it.
"I had rather be a door-keeper ..."
So I stand by the door.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

The Revelation


It Is Finished

Do you know the incredible gift that God gave to you when His son Jesus cried out His last words "It is finished"?

The heavy veil inside the temple tore in half from the top to the bottom the moment after Jesus took his last breath -the veil that separated the priests from where God resided in the Holy Of Holies.

A very sacred place that would bring instant death to anyone who entered for God's holy nature could not look upon man's sinful nature. Only once a year, the High Priest could enter beyond that veil on The Day of Atonement.

The High Priest had to be very meticulous in preparing himself , rituals of bathing, proper clothes worn, incense burned to create a smoke barrier so that he would not look upon God. I have even read that if any unclean thought entered the Priest's mind he would die instantly.
His purpose was to bring to God a blood offering for atonement for the people of Israel.

The tearing of the curtain the moment Jesus died was from the top down to the bottom. This act was God reaching down to man again with His plan of salvation. Jesus is the temple now and we can enter into the Holy of Holies through our believing that Jesus Christ is the son of God and that He lived, died, and rose again for the atonement of our sins so that we can have an eternal relationship with God.

God has always known that man would lose his way, fall from the garden, and wander around the desert seeking refuge. Jesus is that refuge, that rescue from our own self.

Man cannot lead man through, to the promised land. He will turn in the wrong direction every time. We need access to what lies within that Holy of Holies, and that is God. Jesus is the way.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

God's Garden

Easter

There is nothing sweeter than waking up to a beautiful Easter morning.

Today there were over 5000 people in my church.

Jesus is alive and his spirit is calling God's people back to the garden.

Spring brings us back to the garden.

May we seek Jesus in every morning.

May our church be out in the world of thousands.

May Jesus come alive in every seekers heart
and bring them all to the garden.