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I Am The Door

 There is plainly an emphasis on the words, I am. All to whom the gospel comes have a short time in their existence when the door is open to them, when the rent veil is open, when the way into the holiest, the way into the Father’s love, is made manifest to them. That time is short. Compared with the long eternity that is to follow, it is but a moment, it is but a breathing-time. The few short years that each sinner has the open door before him will soon pass away; and then the door will be shut to all eternity.
Each of you, in eternity, will look back upon this sweet time when the door stood open before you: ‘I am the door.’ Oh! my brethren, if I could promise you that the gospel door would stand open for you a hundred years, still it would be true wisdom to enter in now; or, if I could say, for fifty, or twenty, or ten years, it would still be more true wisdom to enter in. But I cannot say for one year, nor for one month, nor for one day. All I can say is that Christ is now the door. Today there is a way of pardon and eternal life open before you. Tomorrow it may be closed forever.


To whom? ‘Any man.’ Some of the sweet invitations of Christ are addressed to the thirsty: ‘Ho, every one that thirsteth, come ye to the waters;’ ‘If any man thirst, let him come unto me and drink.’ Some are addressed to the burdened soul: ‘Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.’ Some are addressed to the hungry: ‘Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness; for they shall be filled.’ Some are addressed to those who feel themselves prisoners: ‘Turn you to the stronghold, ye prisoners of hope.’ But here is the freest invitation possible. It is addressed to ANY man: ‘If any man enter in, he shall be saved.’
     It is not like the door of some of the great people of this world, open only to the great and the rich, and the beautiful and the gay. This door is open to all people, and any man may enter in. The beggar Lazarus was laid at the rich man’s gate. He was not allowed to enter in. But Christ was an open door to him. It is not like the door of some churches, where none but the rich and the gay must enter, none but those who wear fine clothes, that have a gold ring on their hand, and a fine robe. No; Christ says: ‘If any man enter in, he shall be saved;’ ‘To the poor the gospel is preached;’ ‘Go out into the highways and hedges, and compel them to come in, that my house may be filled.’
Some may say: I have committed open sins, sins of which it is a shame even to speak; so that if men knew, they would stone me. Still Christ says: ‘If any man enter in, he shall be saved.’ Some may say: I have despised Christ all my days, sinned against godly parents, godly teachers, against my Bible, against my conscience, against the Holy Ghost striving with me. Still this is his word who cannot lie: ‘If any man enter in, he shall be saved.’ Of whatever rank, or age, or sex, you be - of however deep a dye your sins may be - you are invited to enter in.


‘Enter in.’ Many content themselves with hearing about the open door. They like to hear the gospel preached. They know about the way of salvation. They can talk about it. Still they do not enter in. They do not experimentally go through the door into the sheepfold. They do not forsake all their sins, all their worldly companions, for Christ. They do not appropriate Christ. They do not wash in His blood. They do not put on Christ as their righteousness. They are never at rest, never taste forgiveness. Oh! mark the word: ‘If any man enter in.’
Many come up to the door. Like Agrippa, they say: ‘Almost thou persuadest me to be a Christian.’ They see the folly and vanity of the world. They feel deeply their lost and wined condition. They desire to be saved through Christ. But, when they come to the door, they do not enter in. When they come to the point when they must forsake all, when they must cut the cord that binds them to the world, when they must leave Pharaoh’s palace and bear afflictions with the people of God, they pause and draw back, they do not enter in. They do not choose Christ for better for worse, for life and for death.
Many see others enter in. Many not only hear about the door, and come near it, but see others enter. Still they do not enter in. They see a brother or sister or friend giving up all for Christ; and yet they do not enter in. Ah! my brethren, do not rest in mere convictions. Conviction is not conversion. Concern about your soul is not faith in Christ. Many look in at the door, who go away sorrowful.



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