Friday, 18 July 2008

One Door Away From Heaven

One door away from Heaven,
We live each day and hour.
One door away from Heaven,
But it lies beyond our power
To open the door to Heaven,
And the key is ours to lose.
One door away from Heaven,
But, oh, the entry dues.

- The Book of Counted Sorrows

The idea that life is the most precious thing that we possess, like Jesus Christ’s or Barty Lampion’s birth, was not announced to me by celestial trumpets or a gigantic green bird sitting on a high hill and whistling in an unheard of manner. I learned of my mortality the first time I fell and scraped my knee and I almost fainted at the sight of my own blood. My life, as it now stands (sometimes it just decides to sit down), is the result of the culmination of things that are intertwined like a spider's web. As I walked to the library yesterday to pick up a few books for my good friend, Raycene, two people kept knocking on the door of my mind, Dean Koontz and Peter Kreeft. They came over to tell me to stop straying from the main path because I have in my pocket a Golden Key and that I must continue my search for the door that this key opens. Ours is a journey similar to that of Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee to the black land of Mordor. For us, though, Mordor is not the destination but a place through which we must pass and we do not seek to destroy our key, we seek the door that it opens. There are so many things that we use to keep ourselves ‘busy’ that we forget to search for the door. Let’s just take a few minutes from our busy schedule to get our bearings so that we may continue the journey.

My son, attend to my words; consent and submit to my sayings. Let them not depart from your sight; keep them in the center of your heart. For they are life to those who find them, healing and health to all their flesh. Keep and guard your heart with all vigilance and above all that you guard, for out of it flows the springs of life. – Proverbs 4: 20 -23


Psirux said...

Yeah, keep the spirit alive charlie. The sea is deep and the water wide, so much to do and yet at the end of the day its just so much fluff. And then what does one have but emptiness? And that path is the easiest thing in the universe to miss...gotta keep vigilant and guard our hearts from stone.

Charles Siboto said...

The thing is just to shut up sometimes and get to living. All we do is yak, yak and fluff, fluff about how we're misunderstood the whole day instead of just getting to living.