2-29-2020 A
CONVERWATION WITH GOD
AND HIS RESPONSE
The Open Door
Prelude
More than 40 years ago, in a Baptist church, I heard the
story about “The Open Door”. A story of
how we stray from God and think that it is He who has left us. Sort of like “Footprints in the Sand” – where
were you (God) when I needed you? In
“Footprints” God’s response was that the
single set of prints in the sand was when He carried us when we could no longer
stand.
In the “Open Door”, a man feels abandoned and wonders why
God has left him.
If you have heard this before, this may not be exactly as
you recall, but it’ll be pretty close. (At
my tender age, my memory ain’t what it used to be)
My prayer would be that this retelling of the “Open Door”
might touch some hearts and having read it, some souls would reconnect with our
Lord and Savior in renewing a solid relationship with Him. Or that those who read this (already walking
with our Lord) might share it with those who would.
In desperation a man tries to do something he hasn’t done in
a long time ... “talk to God”.
Mulling over how harshly life has treated him the man passes
by what used to be his prayer room. He
pauses by the door, looks at it then feels a slight tug on his heart to enter
in. He does. As he looks around, the chair he used to sit in
is still where he left it. Still
pondering his lot in life, he sits down:
God, it seems that at one point in my life (years ago)
everything seemed to be going OK. It
seems as though I always had enough money to get through the week and do
something extra every so often. Now it
seems that my money makes it only about half way to next pay day.
The job really sucks any more. I ask for a raise and they say “not at this
time”. They make more and more demands
of me on the job. I think that their
expectations are really unreal. How can
one person perform at the level that they are asking? Man!
Just let me do my job and quit bugging me!
The home front?
Boy! The home front isn’t any
better. The wife used to greet me at the
door when I got home in the evening. A
smile and a kiss! Now she’s in the
kitchen complaining about having to come home and cook after working her part
time job AND take care of the house – by herself. “A” taking care of the house is ‘her’ job isn’t
it? And “B” she just doesn’t understand
the stress I’m under all day. I’m tired
when I get home and all I want to do is relax with a few beers. Anything wrong with that?
She used to always be ready to jump in bed when I wanted
to. Now it’s “not tonight. I’ve got a headache”. And she expects me to love her? She’s my wife. She’s supposed to meet my needs. Right?
The kids? Let ‘em
play their video games and text their friends.
It keeps them out of my hair. Oh,
yeah! And the kids. They don’t seem to mind me anymore. When they were little I could bark out a
command and it was done. I can’t see
punishing them. That would just ruin
their psyches. Anyway. Would it do any good?
God, what am I supposed to do? And don’t tell me to get to church regularly. Those hypocrites have no clue about what I’m
going through. All they’ll say is “you
gotta pray more!”, “you gotta read your bible more!”, “you gotta come to church
more!”. What do they know? They don’t understand the pressures I’m under. I gave my life to you years ago. You said you’d never leave me nor forsake me
so where’ve you been? I’m not even sure
why I’m trying to talk with you even now.
In frustration the man starts to get up and go on his way
then a feeling comes over him to sit back down and be still. He does!
After a few moments he starts wondering what he’s
doing. Then, whether in his heart or
through his ears, he couldn’t tell, a voice …
My child. I used to
call you my son, but alas you are only a child.
Where were you when I made the heavens and the earth from nothing? Where were you when I commanded the sea to
roll up onto the shore, only so far, before slipping back into the ocean? Where were you when I shaped the mighty mountains,
the lush, green forests and carved the wondrous caves into the depths of the
earth? What were you doing when I
threaded the land with rivers bringing their life-giving waters? Where were you when Lucifer rebelled against
my love? What were you doing when I gave
Moses the recipe for learning how to live in my love? Where were you as I hung on the cross
shedding my Son’s precious blood hoping that it might bring you, and all
others, back into my fellowship? You did
come to me a while back, but then you quit coming. What were YOU doing as I waited in your
prayer closet for you to return? I saw
you passing the doorway. You, at least,
used to look in. At first it was
occasionally, then peek in as you passed by, but then you never even glanced
through the doorway into the room in which I was – waiting. Do you have any idea how I’ve missed you?
Money, my child? Have
you given anything back to me so I can bless you? Are you robbing me of the tithe I command you
to give back to me, my child? Where has
your money gone? The lottery? Beer?
Bars? Do you spend frivolously on
yourself without even regarding your wife, children or obligations?
Your job, my child.
Do you really give your boss an honest day’s work for an honest day’s
pay? Or do you do just what you have to
do to get by? Shouldn’t you be serving
me on your job, my child? Do you realize
that serving me, no matter what you are doing, brings the blessings?
Is a man’s home really his castle? When a man loves his wife and family as I
have loved him, that’s when his home becomes his castle. What is the greatest commandment of all, my
child? Isn’t it to love me with ALL your
heart, mind, strength and soul AND to love your neighbor as your self? Your wife and children do come before your
neighbors, right?
What does that mean?
Living for me with every ounce of breath and energy you have and then
treating those around you as you want them to treat you. In living for Me, you will treat others even
better! Haven’t I said to do and say
that which edifies others? That opens
the door my child for me to bless you in ways you can’t even imagine.
How much do you really love your wife, my child? Do you treat her as though she is the most
precious gift I could have given to you?
She is, you know. Do you consider
her thoughts and feelings? Do you even
care what they are? My child, you are
the head of your household. You have the
responsibility of your entire household.
YOU set the example. Love your
wife. Truly love her and then watch that
love come back to you.
How long have you let the kids “do their own thing”? Have you even tried to teach them wrong from
right? Or is it ‘do as I say and don’t
ask any questions’? Have you taught them
independence with responsibility? If you
don’t give your children direction for their lives through what you say and
what you do, who does?
Church, my child? Churches are like people, they aren’t perfect
but they should be growing – towards me.
How can you learn about my love when you don’t read my “word” (the
bible)? Go to church more often? My child when WAS the last time you graced
any of my houses with your presence?
Haven’t I said “don’t forsake the fellowshipping”? The church can support you in your time of need,
even though they are not perfect. And
you can always learn from other Christians as they share how I have helped them
– they overcame by their testimonies.
What makes you any different?
And Prayer, my child?
What do you call starting this conversation with me?
Understand, prayer is not just reciting “Our Father, which
art in heaven …”. It’s not just thanking
Me for your food. It’s pouring your
heart out to me. Your triumphs. Your defeats.
All those things with which you wrestle.
And my child, there’s another part to prayer. Once you’ve poured your heart out, be still
and listen. Listen to what I have to
say.
I may answer your prayer through your reading the
bible. I may send another Christian to
you with the solution. And my child,
when I send another to you what they say will be in agreement with my Word and in
love. Mmm. Mmm.
Mmm. When was the last time you praised My name, glorified
Me or even thought about thanking Me
for the blessings I have already given you?
Oh, by the way my child, as you draw closer to me in our walk, you will learn my voice and My Spirit will speak to your spirit and you will know it’s me
because it too will always be in love and in agreement with my Word and
designed to edify you. It has to be in
agreement, I said it. Did you hear
that? I said “I” will talk with
you. Are you listening?
So! Where have I
been, my child? I’ve been here all along
waiting on you to come back. Waiting for
you to actually talk WITH me. You know
like two friends. I long to have not ‘just’
another child but another son with whom
I can fellowship and upon whom I can shower my blessings. And not just a son but a friend with whom I
can share and he can share with Me. Do
you have any idea how My heart has ached for you?
My child. Where have
you been?
Amen