A doormat holds a very important place in a household. Doormats come in a variety of styles, yet all serve two primary purposes.
First, doormats are the first line of welcoming, greeting, guests approaching the home. As you walk toward a home, regardless of size, one generally approaches a doorway of some sort. The doormat lays inconspicuously before that door. You don’t see it from afar. It’s not a signal, yet to enter one must first step upon the doormat. We look before we step, or probably should, so we see the doormat. It welcomes. Some even say so, having “WELCOME” emblazoned upon them. Others have the household owner’s surname printed on it, which I suppose is to imply the family greets you.
Second, doormats provide a valuable service of cleaning the feet of those who would continue into the home. Some are small, thin, with many different colored pieces of cotton rags tied together that easily collect dirt as feet are swiped across. Some are bristled to more easily scrap mud off of boots. Others lay flat, but are soft enough to care for even tender bare feet of those who remove their shoes before entering.
Doormats are also symbols that allow us to silently perform our scriptural responsibilities.
Greet one another with the kiss of love. Peace to all of you who are in Christ.
1 Peter 5:14
If I then, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another’s feet.
So. Within the Church we add Doormats to five-fold ministry of apostles, prophets, evangelists, shepherds (pastors) and teachers that enable the Saints for the work of Messiah. (See Ephesians 4:11) We provide a valuable service as human doormats, Christian doormats. We go to Church with warm smiles on our faces, singing hymns, listening to the preach tell us how much more we can do, we can endure, for the sake of the Church. We encourage of neighbors. We feel badly when we make a mistake. We try hard to please. We always seem to have a great day. We are always blue sky and sunshine.
As good doormats we smile warmly as we allow people to step all over us, wiping upon us their mud and muck. This is our purpose in life. We quietly refrain from complaint. If we are injured, we simply suck it up, smile, and accept lots more. We take emotional abuse from any and all, and say we are dying to self by not complaining, by not fighting back. The verbal poison people spew out, we gladly accept. If we pray hard, we will be rewarded in the end. We turn the other cheek seventy time seven times every year, year in year out. We internalize the abuse until our bodies rebel and we become ill, disease. And then we suffer in silence because we are doormats and doormats remain quiet.
And when we hear the Groom finally arriving for the wedding celebration, we give our extra oil to the foolish ones who’ve not come prepared. We help them light their lamps. We help them rise up from their sleep. And finally we turn our own lamps up and rise so that we might at last enter the Wedding Celebration.
Will we have enough oil in our lamps?