Face to Face with God

Listen as Pastor Rick shares a very burdened message about the certainty of death and the judgment.  He also shares the positive part of this message.  We pray that you will find both conviction and encouragement in this message.

When I stand face to face with God whether I am ushered into his presence from I-64 or elsewhere, I want to know that I will not stand before Him clothed in the rags of my own righteousness or naked from the lack thereof but instead fully clothed in the wedding garment of the righteousness of the Son of God Himself.  I want to know that the books are empty of my sinfulness and full of the righteousness of Christ in me – the hope of glory (Colossians 1:27)!

READY to GO!

Listen as Pastor Rick begins a new series titled, "READY."  This week Pastor Rick shares the importance of maintaining Christ's "Watch-Wait-Work" method of preparedness helping us "Keep an Eye on the Sky."

The Reality of Eternity

Listen as Pastor Rick Concludes the "Reality" series with this "apology" on the "Reality of Eternity" -  a sobering yet essential message to impact our eternal perspective.

I Stand by the Door

I promised the guys in board meeting I would post this, so here it is.  One of my favorites!

I Stand By the Door

An Apologia for my Life

-By Samuel 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 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 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 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 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 – 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 anymore.

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.

From the book, I Stand by the Door: The Life of Sam Shoemaker

by Helen Smith Shoemaker.

Copyright 1967

Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 66-20784

I greatly admire this credo. I want my life to be focused in a similar manner to rescue those who desperately long for that they do not know. Or, as the great missionary C.T. Studd said,

"Some want to live within the sound of church or chapel bell;
I want to run a rescue shop within a yard of hell."

What a tremendous challenge!