11 Aug The Golden Door
Two men prayed, and went their separate ways. One had gathered wealth and power, people said he was famous, but there was no peace in him. The other saw the hearts of men glowing as lamps even in the darkness of their own secret fears. He, too, had found richness and power; and his wealth, his power, was Love. When simply, kindly, tenderly he touched his fellowmen with all the richness and power of this Love, the light within grew clear and bright with courage and with peace.
Both men one day stood before that golden door through which all men must pass to the greater life beyond. The angel in the soul of each asked, “What do you bring with you? What have you to give? (God always asks, “What do you bring with you? What have you to give? God goes on giving to you, but finally, the last day before you enter into his innermost shrine, he asks, “Now, what have you brought for me? What’s your gift for me?”)
The one who was famous recounted his exploits. Why, there was no end to the people he knew, and the places he had been, and the things he had done and the things he had accumulated both physical and mental.
But the angel answered, “These things are not acceptable. These things that you did, you did for yourself. I see no Love in them…” And the famous one sank outside the golden door and wept…. For the first time he could see the whole futility of all his efforts. It was almost like a dream that has passed and his hands are empty.
If you are too full of things, one day or another you will see your hands are empty. It was dream stuff that you were carrying in your hands; they have always been empty. You were just dreaming that something is there. Because you were afraid of emptiness, you had projected something, you had believed. You have never looked deeply whether really it is there or not.
And the famous man sank outside the golden door and wept. He had been too busy to be kind. Too occupied to Love, too engaged to be himself, too concerned with futile things to be concerned with the essential.
Then the angel in the soul of the other asked, “And what do you bring? What have you to give?”
And he answered, saying, “No one knows my name. They called me the wanderer, the dreamer. I have only a little light in my heart, and that which I have, I have shared with the souls of men.”
Then the angel said, “Oh, blessed one, you have the greatest gift of all. It is Love. Always and always, there is enough to spare. Enter…”
Then said the wanderer, “But first let me give the extra measure to my brother, that we may both walk through the door.”
The angel was silent; for in that moment a great light shone around the simple wanderer like a radiant mantle, enveloping both himself and his friend.
The Golden door was opened wide and they walked through it together.