August 24, 2003     I was reading in Hebrews this morning, specifically Chapters Six and Seven, and writing down some notes:    The “promise” and the “oath” (the two unchangeable or immutable things) were dependant on Jesus not dying.   Oh great!  So now He goes to the Cross! I can see why the people following Him thought they had “had it”.    But yet, don’t my actions say that I think the same thing (even if I don’t say it)? Isn’t He asking me to walk as if He still lives...even if I’ve only been told He does?   So, how do I walk in His Kingdom?    I mean, so I’ll know that I am? And not just a good suggestion,    That comes from the mouth of men.   I became a new creation,    Now I’ve come to this “handleless door”. It seems to be somewhat transparent;    What I see, I just can’t ignore.    I glance at the ground    And outside the door, There’s tumors and broken bones;    Just a lot of decay, and one thing’s for sure, I don’t want this to be home.    Now what do I do?  I can’t get in.    Then I get mad; I’m no longer Sin! This decay, I reason, is not for me;    The singing and laughter is where I should be!   But the door remains closed    And I noticed, next door; There’s a store that sells handles;    So I suppose....... This must be the way, so I go and buy;    A great brass handle, that I will apply To this transparent door, then I’ll walk right in;    Because, after all, I’m no longer Sin.   On the way to the store,    A man was sitting,  Looking down at the ground in despair;    But, I have a purpose; I must buy this handle; So I’m not going to let myself care.    After all, I’m not God; He could buy a handle; His choices were that of a fool.    When I get inside, I’ll mention his name, And it’s up to God what to do.   The brass handle was costly, with screws and all,    Now I’m back at the door, as I try to install; The big handle gets heavy, and my back is so sore,    My frustration is rising, as I try to ignore, The decay at my feet, that’s infecting me now,    I feel total defeat; I just don’t know how! That’s it; I’m done; I’ll never get in;    It’s a fairytale I’ve been told by men!   Yet, I know a Definite Man of Perfection    Has shown me this picture of me. Then, I think, Is this it? Is this all that You’ll say?    I’ll have to wait and see.....   Some time later, I hear a voice,    Both gentle and severe; I find myself asking, as I start writing;    Please, give me ears to hear.   This man on the ground was in great despair,    Because of your foolish choices; My way is straight and plain to see;    But you listen to other voices. My words, you know, but not applied,    Will always leave you on the outside.   The singing and laughing are My children that learned;    I’ll really meet all of their needs. The door has no handle; it swings in and out,    So they can come in here with Me.   We sing and we laugh and I meet their needs,    As My Kingdom within them’s set free; They go back out with infectious joy;    And others come sit at My knee.   You did seek and I answered ;     You did knock and I opened, All of My secrets to you.    At the very last moment, You turned to the store,    To buy an entrance to My unlocked door.   So, go give your money,    To where it is needed; It isn’t needed with Me.    Come, let Me persuade you Of what you’ve been told,    That My way is always free!   Again, as I’m writing, I find myself wondering,    Why do You keep on speaking? Then I ask, Will You bring to reality now,    And don’t let my life be just “seeking”?   I’m still at the “seeking” and the “knocking” part.  His plan for me is to take me to the “finding” and the, “Come on in!  The Door is open.” part.    I’m increasingly aware that the self-righteous will never get in.  Of course, we all think it’s the other guy that is because, after all, we know so much.                   WE ARE BEING EXPOSED   There is a check list....but, if you don’t want to know, don’t ask because it’s guaranteed: A Loving Father always answers!