The
Door-keeper stood
guarding the closed door to the ‘Law Hall of Courts’
Mr.
Sterling was told he was guilty of breaking the law:
That
it would be up to the court to announce him guilty or not guilty, that this
announcement was forth coming—
And
here he waits on a stool sitting outside the locked door to the courthouse,
where the Door-keeper guards.
He
waits for a very long time, not detained in chains, but free-will waiting!
Although
he is under arrest—should he go too far, he will be apprehended.
He
actually is afraid to move, lest that door open, and he misses it!
So
he wants to be available—
He
actually waits so long, he loses his job, house, all his money, and now he
doesn’t even have a dime…
He
has given the Door-keeper gifts to sway him to his liking, but all he does is
smile back at him and keeps him company.
Years
have passed, he was middle-aged when this issue of breaking the Law came to his
attention, now he is an old man!
And
never once had that door opened, nor was it unlocked, perhaps it was when he
was sleeping but not to his knowledge.
The
Door-keeper says to Mr. Sterling:
“This
is my door, no one enters without my permission,” although he has told Mr.
Sterling this a thousand times, he now adds to that brief statement:
“Evidently
you did not fulfill your duty by the Law, so you are guilty as charged, and it
will be soon, that I’ll open this door once and for all for you, but if I did at
this very moment, it would be too early, and do you more harm than good!
In
other words, it would not be to your advantage.”
As
if he needed more time to think.
Well
that didn’t make much sense to Mr. Sterling, he was actually more irritated
than soothed by the statement, and he had been waiting a half life time.
“What
are you waiting for, why not open it now so I can clear my case?” asked Mr.
Sterling to the Door-keeper.
“Are
you a lawyer?” asked the Door-keeper, knowing good and well, all and along,
that he wasn’t.
“Of
course not,” said Mr. Sterling with annoyance.
“I
will open the door at the very last minute,” and to this he added the fact: “Do
you have any last questions before I do?”
The
man’s insane thought Mr. Sterling, who once own a business, but because of this
arrest, and infraction of the Law, he was forced to deal with it, like it or
not, and the sooner the better, he thought.
“What do I need a lawyer for, I didn’t break
the law!”
“Everyone
has broken the law,” replied the Door-keeper.
“If
that’s the case, then I’ll be my own lawyer, surely I have done no worse than
anyone else, and most likely less, whatever it may be they have on me, cannot
be much!”
“I
guessed as much,” said the Door-keeper.
Having
said that, and the old man was very old now, and set in his ways, it was
settled for the Door-keeper and so at this juncture, he tells Mr. Sterling,
boldly:
“All
right Sir, you can enter through the door to the Court, at your discretion, but
you will not be able to return at your discretion”
And
so Mr. Sterling does just that, tips over his stool as he rushes on through the
doorway like a madman—
As
the Door-keeper turns his head in the opposite direction, as if not wanting or
able, or allowed to give him any advice—
He
is entering at his own freewill, to be judged!
He
could wait longer but he won’t.
In
essence, the Door-keeper has done his job, and one might say, very well.
Meaning,
the purpose of his service was near complete!
He
waited on the man’s pleasure, which was to wait, and on his decision to enter
the court at his discretion, and at the last minute, or next to the last
minute, He had opened the door…
His
termination is not yet complete, but nearly.
He
knows the man is guilty: there is a thread of chance, he will get a warm cell
in prison—at best, other than that, it is quite difficult to predict.
The
Door-keeper now locks the door from the inside, and guards it from there, this
door was made specifically for Mr. Sterling, and will never be opened again.
Ere,
he never knew it—that the door was his specific door—because he never asked to
know it.
But
had he known that, would it have made a difference?
The
Door-keeper didn’t think it would, but according to Mr. Sterling’s thinking, the
Door-keeper is not all that smart, although you might say, Sterling was the
subordinate here:
And
to be frank, Sterling did more complaining and groaning, and gripping and so
on, than asking questions, he was angry, and mad…
That
consumed his days, waiting!
And
the Door-keeper knew from the start without the Advocate, a Lawyer of the High
Echelon, he would be subject to every tiny transgression:
Meaning
Mr. Sterling will have to argue and argue will.…
…
“Where
is your Lawyer?” asked the Judge.
“I
have none.” Says the accused.
“Did
you ask for one while you were waiting?”
“No!”
“Did
the Door-keeper, ask you if you wanted one?”
“Yes.”
“Why
didn’t you allow him to send for a Lawyer for you?”
“I
didn’t think I’d needed one!”
“The
Door-keeper is simpleminded, did you ask him for a priest?”
“No.”
“Well,
had you asked for one, the priest would have sent for the Advocate, if you
chose to see Him that is, he might have convinced you, you needed Him.”
“Why
should I have any need for him?” replied Mr. Sterling, fed-up with the whole
rigmarole.
“Are
we not all subject to the Law, Mr. Sterling?” Sterling nods his head yes
“rightly so,” says the Judge, “the law is beyond human judgment that is why you
are here:
“You
have broken the law, violated God’s decrees for seventy-years, you “have a
mountain of transgressions (and
the Judge now pulls out his file, it is as thick as his thigh)…”
“Of
course,” says Mr. Sterling (the Judge
tells Mr. Sterling to stop, and tells his scribe, to write down all Mr.
Sterling says, since he is acting as his own lawyer now…)
“As
I was about to say, Your Honor, everyone violates the law on a daily bases, or
there about, —I mean, no one can keep the law!”
“Yes,
this is true, but then should we dispense with the law as you evidently have,
thus, we’d have no discipline, and with
no discipline there would be no limits, and this allows for chaos, and
Everyone
would be knocking on his neighbor’s door and taking at will whatever he wished
with no regrets, what didn’t belong to him, to include another’s wife;
So
we need the law would you not agree?”
And
after a full mouthful of air, and a deep sigh, he went on to say:
“And
those who violate the law need to do penance, be punished, unless you know
somebody who can waiver your case, or unless you have diplomatic immunity?”
Now
Mr. Sterling turned pale, and melancholy; he neither had diplomatic immunity,
or anyone who had the power to waiver his transgressions…
“This
is why, Mr. Sterling,” retorted the judge “you needed an Advocate, and there
was such an Advocate that could have wiped your slate clean, can’t you now not
see that?” Said the judge as if to comfort the accused.
But
it wasn’t comfort he was trying to show or give Mr. Sterling
Thus
he shook his head, right to left, as if to say:
How
foolish can you be, coming here on your own as if you are of the highest tier
in Heaven?
And
so powerful as to walk in here, feeling guilt free and dandy, expecting the
Court to look the other way, as if you, yourself can wash your soul clean and
not be accountable—
In
other words, having rights with no responsibilities.
Then
all of a sudden the image of Christ glimmered into Mr. Sterling’s sight, just
for a second, perhaps less, then it was lost in the gray gloom of the
courtroom.
No:
5679 (1-14-2015)
