The Man in the Corner.

I’m standing in a long, dark, narrow hallway wondering what to do. There are doors on each side, several doors actually. Some are open more than others. Each has a bit of light shinning through the crack. Each door is an option. Each door leads to a different opportunity. Some are more appealing than others and some are downright scary.
As I look down the hallway, I hear people’s voices asking questions about which door I will enter. Some point me to this door, others to that one. Each voice has good reason to lead me to its threshold but none is convincing enough to get me to go through.
Some ask me to enter their door or to shut the one behind me but I hear no convincing argument to cause me to close a door. The voices are in a hurry to get me to decide. They want to know that I’ve made a decision so they can write it down, put it in an envelope, seal it and move on.
I find myself standing in the long narrow hallway looking towards the end. I’m not looking for resolution or an answer but to a dark corner in the hallway where I sense the presence of someone much smarter than me. I can’t see Him, feel Him, or hear much from His mouth right now but I know He’s there. I strain my eyes for a glimpse of light but nothing. I stay quiet anticipating a still small voice but hear nothing. When I was a boy I heard so much about Faith. I thought it was something you traded for. You know, I do this and get that. But this hallway is proving to me Faith is much deeper than a barter system.
So for now, all the doors remain open in various stages. The voices of the people continue to ramble but I can choose to quiet them or at least turn down their volume. I must wait for that man in the corner to utter a few words and close and open those doors. I have nothing to trade. I have nothing of great value to Him accept my life. So I stand, naked before God waiting for an answer.

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  Julie March 23, 2009 at 6:26 am

  When you figure out how to “quiet them” let me know…..Mine just keep screaming..
  Julie
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  Rick Dancer March 23, 2009 at 1:05 pm

  I think we need to learn from our children. It’s called Selective Hearing.