What’s up with all the silent letters?

What’s up with all the silent letters?  What purpose do they play?  Wouldn’t we be better off without them, with all the confusion they cause?  I mean, don’t they mess up anyone else besides me?










To name just a few (you get the idea).

They “wreak” havoc on my chances of spelling them correctly.  See what I did there?

And as bad as the English language is, I’m just glad I wasn’t born in France!  Nothing is spelled the way it sounds in French.

All this to say……….it’s sort of like a Christian who never expresses his/her Christianity to anyone who has yet to find God’s saving grace for themselves.  What purpose does God’s grace play in our lives (beyond our own salvation), if we never use it to help others find what we’ve found in Christ?

Pastor Mel Rich has taught me many things over the years I’ve known and worked alongside him.  One of the greatest things he has taught me is captured in Sam Shoemaker’s poem “I stand at 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 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 the 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 that 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 the 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: One taste of 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. 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.

Reminds me of Psalm 84:10….  “Better is one day in your courts than a thousand elsewhere; I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of the wicked.”

Thank God for doorkeepers in my life whom God used to help me find God’s grace!  I pray that God’s grace would be too big for me, that I’d be overwhelmed by His grace so that my cup would “overflow” onto those around me.

Here’s a shout out to all those in our lives who just couldn’t keep God’s wonderful grace to themselves!

Let me not be silent!

“You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing to you and not be silent. O LORD my God, I will give you thanks forever.”

– Psalm 30:11-12