I Stand By The Door

[jimhere]

Many of you have probably seen this and most of you know of the relationship between Dr. Sam Shoemaker, Bill Wilson, and early Alcoholics Anonymous. For those of you who aren't familiar, a little history:

Dr. Samuel Moor Shoemaker was an Episcopalian priest, the rector at Calvary Episcopal Church in New York City. He was also a leader in the American Oxford Group.

There was a bowery style rescue mission attached to Calvary Church called Calvary mission. Ebby Thacher was staying at Calvary mission when he made the call to Bill in November, 1934.

It was at the Oxford Group meetings held at Calvary Church that Bill met Sam Shoemaker. Sam became one of Bill's early spiritual mentors and Bill credits Sam with teaching him the principles that became the Twelve Steps.

This piece is taken from the book "I Stand By The Door," a biography written by Sam's wife Helen and printed after his death in 1967. The book is titled after what Sam called an apologia for his life. In it Sam tells us how he viewed his role as a servant of God. I like it because it pretty well defines how I see my role in Alcoholics Anonymous. As I have stated in the past, my role is not to stay sober, although I am sure God wants me to stay sober. If I play the role I am assigned, staying sober is not the point.

I Stand By The Door

An Apologia For My Life
by Samuel Moor Shoemaker

I stand by the door.
I neither go too far in, nor stay too far out.
The door is the most important door in the world-
It is the door through which men walk when they find God.
There's no use my going way inside, and staying there,
When so many are still outside and they, as much as I,
Crave to know where the door is.
And all that so many ever find
Is only a wall where a door ought to be.
They creep along the wall like blind men,
With outstretched, groping hands.
Feeling for a door, knowing there must be a door,
Yet they never find it...
So I stand by the door.

The most tremendous thing in the world
Is for men to find that door-the door to God.
The most important thing any man can do
Is to take hold of one of those blind, groping hands,
And put it on the latch-the latch that only clicks and
And opens to that man's own touch.
Men die outside that door, as starving beggars die
On cold nights in cruel cities in the dead of winter-
Die for want of what is within their grasp.
They live on the other side of it-live because they have not found it.
Nothing else matters compared to helping them find it,
and open it, and walk in, and find Him...
So I stand by the door.

Go in, great saints, go all the way in-
Go way down into the cavernous cellars,
And way up into the spacious attics-
It is a vast roomy house, this house that God is.
Go into the deepest of hidden casements,
Of withdrawal, of silence, of sainthood.
Some must inhabit those inner rooms,
And know the depths and heights of God,
And call outside to the rest of us how wonderful it is.
Sometimes I take a deeper look in,
Sometimes venture in a little further;
But my place seems closer to the opening...
So I stand by the door.

There is another reason why I stand there.
Some get part way in and become afraid
Lest God and the zeal of His house devour them;
For God is so very great and asks of all of us,
And these people feel a cosmic claustrophobia,
And want to get out. "Let me out!" they cry.
And the people way inside only terrify them more.
Somebody must be watching for the frightened
Who seek to sneak out just where they came in,
To tell them how much better it is inside.

The people too far in do not see how near these are
To leaving-preoccupied with the wonder of it all.
Somebody must watch for those who have entered the door,
But would like to run away. So for them too,
I stand by the door.
I admire the people who go way in.
But I wish they wouldn't forget how it was
Before they got in. Then they would be able to help
The people who have not yet found the door,
Or the people who want to run away again from God.
You can in too far and stay in too long,
And forget the people outside the door.
As for me, I shall take my old accustomed place,
Near enough to God and hear Him, and know He is there,
But not so far from men as to not hear them,
And remember they are there too.
Where? Outside the door-
Thousands of them, millions of them.
But-more important for me--
One of them, two of them, ten of them,
Whose hands I am intended tp put on the latch.
So I shall stand by the door and wait
For those who seek it.
"I had rather be a doorkeeper..."
So I stand by the door.

[Treasure2Find]

Thank-you for the post, nice work, great job!!!!!!!!

[sugErspun]

Reminds me of the story of Avalokiteśvara in Mahayana Buddhism...

Thanks for sharing Jim.

[miss communicat]

I've been ruminating over this piece of writing for 2 days. So much of it is very heartfelt and truthful for me, one of those parts being:

"Some get part way in and become afraid
Lest God and the zeal of His house devour them;
For God is so very great and asks of all of us,
And these people feel a cosmic claustrophobia,
And want to get out. "Let me out!" "

For over 9 years I stayed away from AA because it felt to me to be a devouring Christian House of God, and I am not an avowed Christian. I love the love in Christianity, but I am on a different path to God and Truth besides the Christian path.

Today, I am so very grateful for those in AA who stand by the door, reaching their hands out to others', mine included, helping us reach the latch to our own door to our own God.

I am no longer one of the frightened:

"And the people way inside only terrify them more.
Somebody must be watching for the frightened.."

What wisdom is in these words:

"The people too far in do not see how near these are
To leaving-"

yet, also in these, which appear to contradict:


"Go in, great saints, go all the way in-
Go way down into the cavernous cellars,
And way up into the spacious attics-
It is a vast roomy house, this house that God is.
Go into the deepest of hidden casements,
....
Some must inhabit those inner rooms,
And know the depths and heights of God...."

all in all, I get a message that we are all exactly where we are meant to be as long as we are in service to God.

[Tommyh]

I love that reading..I never read the story of Avalokiteśvara in Mahayana Buddhism,but it`s worth a look..
tks everyone

[sugErspun]

I am not a 'buddhist'..but I do study a wide range of belief systems where people find 'God'.. When I read that, Avalokiteśvara came to mind (It may not even be limited to mahayana..)..

But, Avalokiteśvara came to enlightenment, time to disappear into nirvana..and made the decision to hold off 'going through the door' because there is still suffering..and he (she, it) can help with that suffering - vow made to not go into nirvana until all suffering had ceased. Buddhahood has been put off in order to help others.

It's really the same thing as Jim's post - compassion on the human plane, connected to much greater power.