The Low Door of the Cross

Oh, strait and narrow is the door,
The little door of loss,
By which we enter in to Christ,
The low door of the Cross:
But when we put away our pride,
And contrition come,
We find it is the only way
That leads to God and Home.

Oh, strait and lowly are the doors
By which Christ comes to us;
We bar the entrance gates of joy,
And when He finds them thus,
By strange and small doors of woe and want,
Of trial and of pain,
He enters in to share our lives
To our eternal gain.

The narrow doors He brings us to,
The little doors and low,
What large rooms they will open on,
If we will only go:
The strange, small doors of work and want,
Strait doors of grief and pain,
What riches they will lead us to!
What everlasting gain!

-Annie Johnson Flint

Beautiful, and godly. And yet, many will shirk this need.

We fight with it, I do, the door of humility, of need, of want, of dependance on Christ.

We don't want pain, I don't, but pleasure, and ease and a pain free existence.

The psalmist says it is good for me that I have been afflicted.

It's good for us all, but who wants it?

Still, not our way, but God's.

God bless.

Very much right on to what the Lord has been speaking to me personally. Good post, God Bless, Bro. Daryl