Behold I Stand at the Door

18 11 2008

Hey guys,

 

Another reminder…the deadline to get registered for our Winter Retreat is quickly approaching.  As you head home for Thanksgiving, get your registration in the mail and if you need help financially mention it to your parents or pastor while you’re home.  I know things are busy so do it now while you’re thinking about it.

 

I won’t be sending out a devo next week so here are some Thanksgiving thoughts…

 

I wanted to share a poem with you from one of my favorite poets, Christina Rossetti called “Behold, I Stand at the Door and Knock.” 

 

Who standeth at the gate? – A woman old,

  A widow from the husband of her love;

‘O lady, stay, this wind is piercing cold,

  Oh look at the keen frosty moon above;

I have no home, am hungry, feeble, poor.’ –

  ‘I’m really very sorry, but I can

  Do nothing for you, there’s the clergyman,’ –

The lady said, and shivering closed the door.

 

Who standeth at the gate? – Way-worn and pale,

  A grey-haired man asks charity again;

‘Kind lady, I have journeyed far, and fail

  Through weariness; for I have begged in vain

Some shelter, and can find no lodging-place.’ –

  She answered: ‘There’s the workhouse very near;

  Go, for they’ll certainly receive you there’ –

Then shut the door against his face.

 

Who standeth at the gate? – A stunned child,

  Her sunk eyes sharpened with precocious care.

‘O lady, save me from a home defiled,

  From shamefule sights and sounds that taint the air;

Take pity on me, teach me something good.’ –

  ‘For shame, why don’t you work instead of cry?

  I keep no young impostors here, not I.’ –

She slammed the door, indignant where she stood.

 

Who standeth at the gate, and will be heard? –

  Arise, O woman, from they comforts now;

Go forth again to speak the careless word,

  The cruel word unjust, with hardened brow.

But who is this, that standeth not to pray

  As once, but terrible to judge thy sin?

  This whom thou wouldst not succour, nor take in,

Nor teach, but leave to perish by the way.

 

‘Thou didst it not unto the least of these,

  And in them hast thou done it unto Me.

Thou wast as a princess, rich and at ease –

  Now sit in dust and howl for poverty.

Three times I stood beseeching at thy gate,

  Three times I came to bless they soul and save;

  But now I come to judge for what I gave,

And now at length thy sorrow is too late.’

 

We usually spend time at Thanksgiving talking about the things that we are thankful for…you know food, friends, and family.  And it is wonderful to give thanks to God for his provisions, but God has called us to do more than that.  This poem is obviously a retelling of the story told in Matt. 25.  This Thanksgiving remember that we are called to serve the least of these and this service is a direct result of our desire to be in relationship with our Heavenly Father.  By serving others we are serving Him. 

 

Be thankful for what God has provided for you and through that thanksgiving, let service arise.

 

Happy Thanksgiving!

 

To the King!
Katy

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