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The Unbarred Door

The Unbarred Door
When on America’s eastern plain
Still roamed her forest child,
And the new homes of Europe’s sons
Were rising in the wild.
 
Upon a clearing in a wood
Amos had built his cot;
He tilled his little farm
And lived contented with his lot.
 
A just, peace-loving man was he,
Kind unto all and true,
And well his ever-open door,
The wandering Indian knew.
 
But often were the settler’s lands.
By force or fraud obtained
And to the Red man dispossessed,
Revenge alone remained.
 
And ’round the blazing fire of logs
When winter nights were cold,
To shuddering listeners, dreadful tales
Of Indian raids were told.
 
But Amos feared not, though his home
All undefended lay,
And still his never-belted door
Was open night and day.
 
One morn a neighbor passed in haste;
“Indians, they say, are nigh,
So Amos, bolt your door tonight
And keep your powder dry.”
 
“My friend,” said he, the God I serve
Commands me not to kill,
And sooner would I yield my life
Than disobey his will.
 
“One gun I have, but used alone
Against the wolf or bear,
To point it at my fellow-man,
My hand would never dare.
 
“But I shall put the thing away.
They shall not see it here.
For the old gun in hands unskilled,
Might do some harm, I fear.
 
“Besides, the Indians are my friends
They would not do me ill,
Here they have found an open door
And they shall find it still.”
 
“Well,” said the neighbor, as he went,
“My faith is not so clear.
If wretches come to take my life,
I mean to sell it dear.”
 
But the good wife of Amos stood,
And listened with affright.
“Unless,” she said, “that door is fast,
I shall not sleep tonight.”
 
And with her words as women can
She urged her husband sore,
Till for the sake of household peace,
At last he barred the door.
 
They went to rest, and soon the wife
Was wrapped in slumbers deep;
But Amos turned and tossed about,
And vainly tried to sleep.
 
Then came a voice within his heart,
A mild rebuke it bore.
It whispered, “Thou of little faith
Why hast thou barred thy door?”
 
‘Weak is that poor defense of thine
Against a hostile band;
Stronger than strongest fortresses,
The shadow of my hand.”
 
“Hast thou not said, these many times?
That I have power to save,
As when my servants trembling feet,
Were sinking ‘neath the wave?”
 
“Now let thy actions with thy words
In full accord agree;
Rise quickly and unbar thy door
And trust alone in Me.”
 
Then Amos from his bed arose.
And softly trod the floor;
Crept down the stairs and noiselessly
Unbarred the cottage door.
 
Then forth he looked into the night;
Starlight it was, and still
And slowly rose the waning moon.
Behind the tree-ringed hill.
 
He looked with trustful, reverent gaze
Up to the starry sky,
As meets a child with loving glance,
A tender father’s eye.
 
The cloud was lifted from his brow,
His doubts were over now,
The cool air breathed a kiss of peace
Upon his tranquil brow.
 
Then back to his forsaken bed
He slowly groped his way,
And slept the slumber of the just,
Until the dawn of day.
 
That night a painted warrior band
Through the dark forest sped,
With steps as light upon the leaves
As panthers’ stealthy tread.
 
They reached the farm; “we make no war,
With good and faithful men,”
The foremost Indian turned and said,
“Here dwells a son of Penn.”
 
“But brother, if still his heart is right.
How shall we surely know?”
Answered another; “Time brings change.
And oft turns friend to foe.”
 
Said the first one, “I will go
And gently try the door;
If open still it proves
His heart is as it was before.”
 
It yielded and they entered in.
Across the room they stepped,
And came where Amos and his wife.
Calm and unconscious slept.
 
With tomahawk and scalping knife.
They stood beside the pair.
A solemn stillness filled the room;
An angel guard was there.
 
The eye sought eye and seemed to say.
How sound the good man sleeps!
So may they rest, and fear no ill,
Whom the Great Spirit keeps.
 
Then noiselessly they left the room
And closed the door behind,
And on their deadly war trail passed.
Some other prey to find.
 
And horror shrieked around their steps.
And bloodshed marked their way,
And many homes were desolate.
When rose another day.
 
But Amos with a thankful heart
Greeted the morning light,
And knew not until after years
How near was death that night.
 
—Author Unknown
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The Hand of God

I was reading in 1 Chronicles 21  about King David.  The Lord had told Israel NOT to do a census of the people, but King David decided it was time.  Joab one of  King Davids men tried to talk the king out it, but King David prevailed so most of Israel was numbered.  The Lord was not happy with David and sent the prophet Gad to tell David to choose his punishment.  Davids choices were 3 years of famine, 3 months of being at the mercy of his enemies, or 3 days of a plague across the land…David chose door number 3.

So a plague went through out Israel and killed 75,000 people – David prayed that God would spare them…since the people didn’t sin…but him alone.  Now the angel of the Lord was ready to strike Jerusalem…but God – being merciful told the angel to stop.   Now the Angel of the Lord was standing by the door of the threashing floor of Ornan….Ornan’s 4 sons saw the angel and ran and hid.  Ornan just looked at the angel and went back to threashing his wheat…say WHAT????  Here is  the hand of the Lord – ready to strike and Ornan just kind of shrugs his shoulders, says eh and goes back to life as usual.  I was dumb founded when I saw that…but the story goes on.

Then David was instructed to go to the threashing floor of Ornan and make offerings to God, so David set out for the threashing floor of Ornan. David arrived at Ornan’s threashing floor and Ornan ran out and bowed at David’s feet.  David offered to buy the floor from Ornan…but Ornan says NO – I will give it to you along with the animals needed for the sacrifice.  But David said he must pay for the floor because (now catch this)…David says I will not offer anything that costs me nothing.   Now David had wanted to go and worship at  Gibeon , but he was afraid of the Angel so he didn’t go.

Did you see what I saw just then?  Two different people faced with the same problem – the hand of the Lord was heavy on the land….ones reaction was repentance…the others was to basically ignore the problem and go about life as usual.  We are seeing that same thing across our land right now…God’s hedge of protection is lifting off of America because we have forsaken God and thrown Him out of our country and out of our lives.

Now there are some that see this happening and have turned to God and repented. However, there are countless others like Ornan who say “eh” and go about business as usual.  Most  are saying a loving God would never punish us. While that is true God is loving and merciful….but He is also just.  We have asked Him to leave our land….we have legislated Him out of our land….so He is leaving us to the life WE have chosen – with all its consequences.

Now the question becomes what will you do when the hand of the Lord comes against this land?  Will you stand in utter defiance and basically shrug at God and say eh?  Or will do you what King David did and repent? It cost David something to repent – remember David wouldn’t offer anything that cost Him nothing.  Maybe it will cost you a friend, maybe a job or you could end up in jail because of your faith.  Repentance may even cost you  your life. Knowing all that the question that remains is; are you willing to repent and though it cost you everything?

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