Gatekeeper

 

Who are the gatekeepers, the guards at the door of your life?

Who are the stoic fortress wardens, armed with wisdom?

Who stands watch, remains vigilant through the night?

Who sees with perspective, the inside and the out?

Who are the key keepers that discern, to enter or not?

Recently my life has come under a certain amount of trial. I say 'my life' meaning more than simply my immediate experience, because while this trial had me at the centre it affected the majority of the people connected to me.

While trials in this life are both inevitable and uncomfortable they are also often moments of decisive clarity. They provide a unique perspective on ones view of themselves but also give an opportunity for us to see how our friends and acquaintances will respond.

Jaffa Gate - Jerusalem, Israel

To borrow a parable it is often not easy to tell whether we have built our house on the rock or on the sand until the rains come down and the floods come up. If your house is still standing by then end - you built it right.  It is the storms of life that are proving of our relationships.

If we take Job as an example (no I am not likening myself to Job) he experiences a trial the like of which most of us will never have to endure, unfortunately for him the people surrounding him were less than perfect in their response. Even his wife (one of his few remaining relatives) tells him to just give up and die! Hardly the kind of encouragement needed to persist through life's trials.

Abandoned Syrian Bunker - Golan Heights, Israel

Thankfully my story is very different! Over the past few days it has become blindingly obvious how well 'insulated' I am by a great number of people around me who care, pray for and support me, often in ways that I never even see. Many of them will in fact be the ones reading this and so to you I say thank you.

Among my friends and family there are a few who have the position in my life to speak louder and clearer to me than many others, their position in my life is decided by me. They may not even realise it but they have more influence over me than most other people. They are in many ways gatekeepers that have the power to discipline, correct, encourage and shape me in ways that most will simply never be able to.

Derelict Shack - Gloucester, England 

The truth is that we all have people like this in our lives, the question is whether they are good gatekeepers or not. Are they wise, discerning, kind? Do they have your best interests at heart? For most people when they are born it is at least initially their parents who fulfil this role - they protect, nurture and direct their children. Or at least they should. Because we are all human we have all experienced disappointment with our gatekeepers, times when we needed them to be looking out for us but they were absent. Or for some of us we found out the hard way that someone we had given the role of gatekeeper to was toxic. They did not have our best interests at heart and they did not just not protect us but attacked us.

What do we do when our gatekeepers fail us? - We fall onto God.

Jobs gatekeepers were pretty useless but he cried out to God and while the response he had was not what he had hoped for it was exactly what he needed. You may have been let down by your parents right from day one but God is the father in heaven who never fails to love you. Your friends and colleagues might be like sand around you but Christ is the rock on whom you can build your life. You may be in the midst of a storm but He can be the anchor.

You may be under siege from all sides but God can be your gatekeeper.

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Ruach

ר֫וּחַ

roo'-akh - Breath, wind, spirit.

 

It is free, more completely free than anything else. Illusive it cannot be seen. It is unpredictable, capricious. It can be gentle and consistent or a forceful torrent. It is exhilarating, uncontained, untamed. It goes where it pleases and dances to its own tune. It takes no heed of outside opinion, it is active and pervading. It sweeps up whatever is in its path. It is deep in the lungs, it is life, it is freedom. It is the great mover. It does not capitulate to demands and cannot be threatened, it is without fear. It knows no bounds and never ceases. It is playful and ecstatic. It cannot be measured and is not to be trifled with.

 

It is weightless and shapeless and whatever falls it its path is helpless to resistance.

It knows no inhibition chooses its own direction and pursues us with the deepest connection.

Its burden is light and it does not grow weary and in the fullness of time it gives sight to see clearly.

Ineffable, invisible, exhilarating; its absolutely incredible.

It does not stop nor does it tire, ever lifting, lifting us higher.

Effervescent and ever present it is the experience of the transcendent.

Unrelenting force and unbridled power yet to the righteous a refuge and a strong tower.

Smoke and fire, flame and dust through the wilderness it is the one to trust.

Beauty unleashed though always unseen, pure and faultless, perfectly clean.

 

 

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