Someone Help the Keymaster Get Into His Apartment
September 20th, 2010Many Shubs and Zuuls Knew What it Was to be Roasted in the Depths of a Sloar That Day, I Can Tell You
I’m an Armorbearer at my church. We have a brother organization. It’s a bunch of guys who manage traffic and watch for criminals in our parking lot. Before you become an Armorbearer, you have to work with these guys.
Everyone used to call them “the parking lot guys.” Sounds like a bunch of bums who hang out at 7-11.
One day an idea came to me. I emailed my leader. I said we should call them “the Gatekeepers.” They stand in the gates and repel our enemies. Literally. What they do is very important. They solve more problems than we do, if the truth be told.
The idea caught on, and now they’re the Gatekeepers.
Today I was reading 2 Kings. Guess what I saw? Gatekeepers. In the story of the four lepers who spoiled the Syrian camp, the lepers went to the gatekeepers of Samaria to let the king know the Syrians were gone. The New King James version actually uses the word “gatekeepers,” and so does the NIV.
When the name idea came to me, I had no idea there were gatekeepers in the Bible. In fact, I have no idea where I heard the word. I can’t think of any other source.
I emailed my leader today, and he had me send the pertinent passage to the Armorbearer who oversees the Gatekeepers.
Strange story.
Wasn’t Sigourney Weaver the Gatekeeper of Zuul in Ghostbusters? Maybe that’s where I heard it.
September 21st, 2010 at 7:24 AM
http://www.gatekeepers.org.uk/aboutgk.php
September 21st, 2010 at 9:53 AM
That’s a great story, that one in 2 Kings. We read that one every year… it also tells of the King’s captain who scoffed at Elisha’s prophecy that the famine would end, and how he ended up. The moral? Don’t be skeptical about the things God can accomplish… and don’t scoff at His prophets.
September 23rd, 2010 at 11:07 AM
In Psalm 84: I had rather be a “doorkeeper” in the house of my God than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
Our pastor just preached on that a few weeks ago, and about what an important job it is.
We have a sweet little old man who has appointed himself “greeter” at church. It’s a wonderful thing to pull up on Sunday mornings and see Ernie (Mr. Donley as I like to call him, because he gets after me, call me ERNIE! But, you’re older than me Mr Donley! *wink*)
He wasn’t there for a few Sundays in a row. Let me tell you, we MISSED him! We heard a few different stories as to why he wasn’t there. My husband and I stopped by his house one day. We told him how much we missed him! He told us he was helping out with a very small church. Of course, if that’s where the Lord is leading you, who are we to argue? But we made it clear that we truly missed our “doorkeeper”. I saw sweet tears in his 85-year-old eyes.
He was back next Sunday.