HH Sir Godfrey Gregg D.Div

“When thou goest, thy steps shall not be straitened; and when thou runnest, thou shalt not stumble.” (Proverbs 4:12).

The Lord never builds a bridge of faith except under the feet of the faith-filled traveller. If He builds the bridge a rod ahead, it would not be a bridge of faith. That which is of sight is not of faith. Each step you take that bridge is being extended to accommodate your faith in the God you believe in. If you see it then it is not faith. Therefore, consider your walk with and in God to the next level.

There is a self-opening (automatic) gate which is sometimes used in country roads. It stands fast and firm across the road as a traveller approaches it. If he stops before he gets to it, it will not open. But if he will drive right at it, his wagon wheels press the springs below the roadway, and the gate swings back to let him through. He must push right on at the closed gate, or it will continue to be closed. Hallelujah. This is not a new thing to us, There may not be springs today but there is a gate with a sensor and that is the Holy Spirit. Your spirit (Barcode) bearing witness with the Spirit of God that will unlock all closed doors. 

This illustrates the way to pass every barrier on the road of duty. Whether it is a river, a gate, or a mountain, all the child of Jesus has to do is to go for it. If it is a river, it will dry up when you put your feet in its waters. If it is a gate, it will fly open when you are near enough to it and are still pushing on. If it is a mountain, it will be lifted up and cast into a sea when you come squarely up, without flinching, to where you thought it was.

Is there a great barrier across your path of duty just now? Just go for it, in the Name of the Lord, and it won’t be there.

It is time that we STOP what we are doing and walk towards the closed door that’s been blocking us for many years. God is speaking to you this morning to walk on the sensors to allow the door to open. Brethren believe the word of God and have faith that He who promised will make it come to pass. Hallelujah.

We sit and weep in vain. The voice of the Almighty said, “Up and onward forevermore.” Let us move on and step out boldly, though it is into the night, and we can scarcely see the way. The path will open, as we progress, like the trail through the forest, or the Alpine pass, which discloses but a few rods of its length from any single point of view. Press on! If necessary, we will find even the pillar of cloud and fire to mark our journey through the wilderness. There are guides and wayside inns along the road. We will find food, clothes and friends at every stage of the journey, and as The Patriarch so quaintly says: “However matters go, the worst will be a tired traveller and a joyful and sweet welcome home.”

I’m going by the upper road, for that still holds the sun, I’m climbing through night’s pastures where the starry rivers run:

If you should think to seek me in my old dark abode, You’ll find this writing on the door, “He’s on the Upper Road.”