Closer Today Than Yesterday: What's That Up Above?

Thursday, November 13, 2008

What's That Up Above?

Growing up I watched some television and one of the things I remember is Superman. At the time it was live-action, black&white and about 13". :) My how some things have changed! Anyway, do you remember that line "What's that up above? A bird? A plane? No, IT'S SUPERMAN!"

While in cartoon land, it's a wonderful sentiment, in the real world if we look for SUPERMAN to bail us out of our troubles, we're going to be sorely disappointed. Extending that concept to our most critical needs, to depend on man, super or otherwise, to redeem us or fulfill us is futile.

My verse today is Psalm 123:1
"I lift up my eyes to you, to you whose throne is in heaven." (Psalm 123:1, NIV)

Our hope for salvation, our hope for fulfillment can be found only in the person of God. And it is to Him alone that we need look. So, this day, as you go about your business, look up once in a while and remember Him. Lift your eyes to Him whose throne is in heaven.

Shalom,
Carl

1 comment:

Amy said...: You have a very nice blog here, Carl!
I will show this to Shannon when he gets home.:)

It's funny, I have teased many times that sometimes the way God works "reminds" me of Superman.

What I mean by that is...you know how in the Superman movies...the little boy falls off the bridge....and 'almost' hits the water....right before Superman swoops in to save him. And the boy doesn't even touch the water or get wet, but only seconds before you think he will surely hit the water and drown. :)

God is like that sometimes....Life can be a real nail biter following Him...but He is always on time to save the day, amen?;)

I'm glad to see you are writing. Matthew told me about your blog.

God Bless,
Amy:); November 17, 2008 at 3:29 PM

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So I Stand Near The Gate

I read the below poem at a critical point in my life and it's message resonated with me. My ministry, "Near The Gate" was named in homage to this poem. When reading this poem, feel free to substitute the word 'gate' for the word 'door' and you'll have a little glimpse inside my head.

SO I STAY NEAR THE DOOR

By the Reverend Canon Samuel Moor Shoemaker, Jr., D.D., S.T.D.

I stay near 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’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 men,
With outstretched, groping hands,
Feeling for a door, knowing there must be a door,
Yet they never find it - - -
So I stay near the door.
The most tremendous thing in the world
Is for men to find that door–the door to God.
The most important thing 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 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–because they have found it.
Nothing else matters compared to helping them find it,
And open it, and walk in, and find Him - - -
So I stay near 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, or 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 a little farther;
But my place seems closer to the opening - - -
So I stay near the door.
There is another reason why I stay 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 stay near 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 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.
For those I shall stay by the door and wait
For those who seek it.
"I had rather be a door-keeper . . . "
So I stay near the door

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