Pursuing the abundance of a closer walk with Christ

The Wall

I’ve been perplexed to the meaning of a dream I had recently. The dream was of a wall. I couldn’t shake the fact that it was odd to see a wall in a dream and I wrote it down in my dream journal, as I often do.

The wall continued to puzzle me and I researched the subject “Wall” on-line. Did My dream have anything to do with the Great Wall Of China, the Berlin Wall,  or the Wailing Wall In Jerusalem?

Did the wall represent a block in prayer, a hindrance in my life  that prevented my to accomplishing God’s purpose for me? Or was the wall a difficult situation that prevented me from reaching my  personal goals and dreams?

I even thought of a song and album by Pink Floyd, “The Wall”. The concept  in the lyrics to the song are about isolation from people because of pain, loss, abuse and personal circumstances revealed through the story of an individual’s life ending with self-destruction. Did this relate to my dream and its meaning to the reality of many people’s spiritual life?

In the poem, “I Stand By the Door”, featured below, I find the wall is significant as it relates how I need to help others find the door which leads to God.

But how can people people find the door as they grope along the wall of drugs, alcohol, relationships, people, gambling, power, money or food?

This week, I’ve been attending the Sharon Camp Meeting Services and Bible Studies held in Sharon Center, Ohio. They are held annually towards the end of June up to the 4th of July every year for ten days.

Today, I listened to a poem written by Sam Shoemaker. He was a priest and founder of the Faith At Work group. He also was key in underpinning the Alcoholics Anonymous with a focus on interdenominational involvement for members, their families, and the community in which they lived .

While hearing the poem, I searched my heart and life as to where I stood. Do I stand too far in the doors of my church enjoying the blessings of God’s Presence and fellowship with other believers? Am I serving God and my church adequately or inefficiently? Do I love the Lord My God completely, with all my heart, soul, mind and strength? Am I surrendered to do His Will to the point of forsaking whatever would hold me back from accomplishing the specific call He has called me to do? Did I help anyone throughout the years since becoming a Christian find the door, place their hand on its handle or encourage a person to grow as a Christian?

Or have I been too caught up in my own problems, circumstances, and work that I have been desensitized to the needs of others?

After much reflection and prayer, I re-focused my direction and commitment to be used as God directs in helping people find Jesus Christ as their Savior.

We don’t stop after accepting Christ. If we do, we begin to look like the church of Laeodocia, who were given a  warning in the book of Revelation, chapter three, verses 13-22.


So I stand by the door, ready to serve, mentor, and help others find the door.

Where do you stand? I encourage you to carefully read the following poem at length and help others find the door.

We will give an account one day to God as to what we have done with the message of salvation.

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” (John 3:16) NIV


Let’s be found standing by the door, guiding others away from the wall and walk through the open door.


I Stand at the Door

By Sam Shoemaker (from the Oxford Group)
I stand by the door.
I neither go to far in, nor stay to 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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