People drift from door to door, and they can’t find heaven, doesn’t matter where they go. They save their money, even though unsure,
waiting on hard times to drive them, from door to door. Love that lyric from an old song. The concept is as old as deception. It’s a state of mind. It’s called “The Killing Room”, and distracts us from the goal. It’s the place where you and I put off God, and say “I’ll be back later” all the while dismissing the fact that later may never come. It’s where a dream can die because we don’t believe in the power of God. We don’t have faith. We don’t believe. Drifting from door to door, looking for the answer we want, instead of the answer God gives. Pitiful, we sometimes never wrap our minds around the fact that God wants more for us than we want for ourselves. So we visit the killing room, and leave our dreams, our desires, our gifts and talents laying on that cold floor. Turn and walk away and think that God has cursed us, abandoned us, when in fact we have cursed and abandoned ourselves.
I will tell you, I know, I have witnessed it, that God has the power to lift you from what you were, and will transform you to what you could never be on your own. God can take that thing you want to leave on the killing room floor and turn your rusty, broken desires into the gems that will shine His light into this broken world. I know. I was there, about to leave myself, the things that make me who I am, on that cold dark floor. He has lifted me up, and given me a seat at the tables of kings. He has declared that what I am now is not what He can make me into. He has snatched those things I left behind, and turned them into light. All because of just a little faith. Faith that is leading down this mysterious, glorious, path… closer to Him everyday. Closer to Him and ever farther away from the killing room floor.