Friday, April 8, 2022

FOURTH QUARTER 2021

 The other day I came across a poem that was carefully folded in the back of my wallet. I had not seen it in a very long time. I kept it because I felt it rightly expressed my calling to Men's Ministry. It was written years ago by Sam Shoemaker (from the Oxford Group). I share it with you now:

 

I Stand by the Door

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 men walk when they find God.

There is 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 the door ought to be.

They creep along the wall like blind men,

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 men to find that door - the door to God.

The most important thing that any man 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 man's own touch.

 

Men die outside the 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:

One taste of 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 men 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.

 

 

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FIRST QUARTER 2022

Last week I had the experience of a lifetime! I was going to visit the American Cemetery at Normandy overlooking Omaha Beach. Prior to that, we went to a Normandy Museum to see the old newsreels of the execution of the invasion on D-Day. The scope of the effort of preparation was almost unimaginable. It gave me a new appreciation of the planning and creativity that went into what became the turning point of the war in Europe.

Upon arrival, you are struck by the beauty and solemnity, and emotion that the setting evokes.  You walk into the cemetery where thousands of pure white crosses and Stars of David stand before you. As you walk through the gravesites and see both the names of the fallen and the graves of those "Known Only To God", you cannot help being overcome by emotion.

You have a chance to walk to the bluff where the Germans held the high ground with enormous firepower. You look down on the beach where our troops came ashore under withering fire, taking the lives of many even before they made it to the beach. You imagine the chaos and deafening sounds of battle from both sides. You think of eighteen-year-old "boys" and the terror that must have been felt. Still, they came forward and eventually won the day.

At two-thirty that day our group assembled at the memorial for a presentation. I was standing in the middle of the crowd when a young lady who was serving as the host came forward carrying a wreath. She stopped directly in front of me. She asked if I would place the wreath on the memorial! I was stunned and overcome with emotion. As I walked forward, carrying the wreath, the tears flowed freely. As I knelt with doffed cap, I was overcome by an intense sense of gratitude for those brave soldiers' sacrifices that enabled the freedoms that I enjoy today. As I returned to my place, the crowd turned and face the cemetery and began singing "The Star-Spangled Banner", I could barely choke out the words because of the tears I shed. 

Upon reflection, later on, it struck me that, as great as those sacrifices were and what they meant to the freedom in our world, there was one sacrificial death that gave us a chance at a freedom that would be eternal, a freedom from the rightly deserved penalty of our sin and everlasting death. Jesus' death on the Cross was that sacrifice!
Better still, His victory over death in His resurrection was an even greater victory than the victory of D-Day. His victory can be your victory if you appropriate by faith the acceptance of His life, death, and resurrection and commit yourself to become His follower and acknowledge Him as Lord and Savior. 

Have a blessed celebration of Christ’s Resurrection!

Please don’t forget! 

When you purchase something from Amazon, please go to:

www.smile.amazon.com/ch/58-2009795

Amazon contributes a portion of each sale to our ministry. 

I AM SO VERY GRATEFUL TO EACH ONE OF YOU FOR YOUR PRAYERS, ENCOURAGEMENT, AND FINANCIAL SUPPORT. 

 

NET WORK MINISTRIES, INC. EXISTS FOR THE PURPOSE OF BRINGING TOGETHER GOD’S PEOPLE AND HIS RESOURCES TO PRESENT THE HEALING MESSAGE OF CHRIST’S   UNCONDITIONAL LOVE, THROUGH WORD AND DEED, TO A HURTING AND LOST WORLD.

 

NET WORK MINISTRIES, INC.

2671 OLD HICKORY DRIVE, N.W.

MARIETTA, GA., 30064-1833

678-986-4814             

  E-mail address – peggyandbuck@yahoo.com

Website: www.networkministries.blogspot.com