The world is not dying for another book.
But it is dying for the rest of God – Mark Buchanan
The story is told of a man who dies and finds himself in a
foyer with two doors. Before each door stands an angel identical in every way.
One door is a portal to the hot-house, while the other leads to God’s presence.
The only aspect in which the angels differ is this: One always tells the truth,
while the other only lies. What question must the man ask the angels if he is
to enter paradise and avoid perdition?
I’m not fond of puzzles, but I like figuring things out.
Years ago I lived in Spokane and needed to contact a friend
in Pullman. This was in the mid-1970s. I had some important information to pass
along, but when I dialed the number I received an automated response: “We are
sorry; due to technical difficulties, your call cannot be completed as dialed.
Please try again later.”
I tried a bit later, but received the same message as
before, so I called the operator to see if she could put me through. The
operator told me the lines between Spokane and Pullman were down, so the calls
could not be completed.
“But I have to get through,” I insisted. “It’s not life or
death, but it’s really important.”
She was sympathetic to my plight, but knew she couldn’t put
my call through when the lines were down.
“Well,” I continued, “Can’t you go in through the back
door?”
She asked what I meant, so I asked if she couldn’t route the
call over to Coeur d’Alene, down to Moscow, and into Pullman that way.
Her voice brightened; she told me that was possible, and so
that’s what she did. The connection was made, the message communicated, and all
was right with the world!
I like problems that have solutions. Actually, I don’t like
having a problem, but I like knowing that there are few things in life that
happen for which we can’t find a way through. The best problems are those we
tackle – not alone, but with companions, friends, associates, or others who
care enough to help.
There is the old adage: A problem shared is a problem
halved, or (as Shakespeare might have expressed it): To half or to half not;
that is the question.
People sometimes complain they see no reason to go to
church. “It’s full of hypocrites,” they often say.
Of course, they are correct. I’m in no position to debate
the matter, for the fact is the church IS full of hypocrites, but there’s
always room for more!
If one can have a conversation, I would not challenge the
assertion, nor would I challenge the conclusion. One is certainly free to
attend church or not as one sees fit. That decision is theirs to make, and not
mine to challenge or correct.
If, on the other hand, one asks me why I go to church (and
no, it’s not for the paycheck), I would tell them I go because it is a watering
hole for the thirsty, a buffet for the hungry, a first aid station for those
who hurt, and a house of hugs for those who are lonely.
I go to church because it is a place where people share
their experience, strength, and hope with one another; where they find
forgiveness for the wrongs they’ve done, and healing for the wrongs they’ve
endured.
I go to church because it is the back door through which
God’s message of eternal love for the other gets through, even when other lines
are down or the power is out.
Oh sure, the pews are hard and the people are – oh, how
shall we express it? The people are so human, but hey, that’s where God has
called us; so we gather with all our little quirks, imperfections, and defects
of character; we share our problems, we find them halved, and we see God in the
process.
So, that’s why I go to church.
It is also where I learned the answer to the story with
which I opened: “What door did you say this was to the last person who asked?”
Think about it, and have some fun with life’s puzzles in
this, our valley.
