In Memory of Dad... David J. Forsythe
"My dad died on September 8, 2008 after an 8 month battle with esophageal cancer which spread to his brain, liver and bones. Dad taught me so many important things about life and I would not be the person I am today without his guidance and wisdom - he gave me the wings I now fly with. At his funeral service on September 13th, Pastor Jeff Johnson gave a sermon that was perfectly suited to dad and that I will now carry with me always."
My dad, the Doorkeeper...
Pastor Johnson's sermon was based on the apologia that Sam Shoemaker wrote for his life entitled, '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'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 far 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.
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 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.
"No matter where dad was, you could find him greeting people at the door.... at our home he would be the first to run to the door when he heard someone coming... at tutoring he would welcome in the tutors and the students and their families, standing at that door through rain, sleet, or snow. But he wasn't just the doorkeeper in the literal sense, he was also the doorkeeper in the figurative, and spiritual, sense that is described in the words to the left. And now he stands at the Pearly Gates, awaiting the arrival of the thousands of people whose lives he touched and guided through that door..."
Listen to Pastor Johnson's audio blog based on this sermon here.
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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 shall I stand by the door and wait
For those who seek it.
'I had rather be a doorkeeper.....'
So I stand by the door.
