I’d Rather Be a Doorkeeper...
One of the reasons I absolutely love England is because it is so grand. The first time, I went, I was in tears everywhere we went because I thought, “If the royal family lives like this, I can’t even begin to imagine how grand God’s house is going to be.” And while there can be an argument made that Christ was talking about positions, rather than a house, I choose to believe that my mansion is literal and I just know it’s going to have a grand double staircase, marble floors, crystal chandeliers and tapestries galore. If it doesn’t, well then I am okay with that too because let’s face it, the Creator is the ultimate designer and He I am sure, has something even better in mind. In no way would I ever want to limit Him with my piddly ideas.
How to get to Central London From Heathrow Cheap
We arrived in London last Thursday morning. We took the Tube from Heathrow to Victoria Station, rather than get a taxi or take the Heathrow Express. I mention this because a taxi costs about 75 pounds and the Heathrow Express is 28 pounds per person. You can ride the Tube for around 5 pounds per person. Granted, it does take you around 45-55 minutes to get there versus 21 minutes on the Heathrow Express to Paddington Station. But if you are staying next to Victoria Station, some of that time is made up because you would then have to get to Victoria from Paddington anyway. And cabs have to deal with traffic and that trip normally takes an hour. So we decided to take the Tube for efficiency both dollar wise and time wise. There’s only one train change you need to make and that’s at the Hammersmith station and you literally just walk across the platform. After we got to our hotel to drop off our luggage, we had to decide what we were going to do for the afternoon.
Let the Adventures begin
We made our way over to Buckingham Palace to see the changing of the guard. Of course, that day it had been cancelled. Everytime we go, it’s been cancelled. We apparently aren’t meant to see it. We decided to take a tour of Parliament. It may seem like an unlikely thing to do, wanting to tour the government of a country other than your own, but we love history so we tend to watch a lot of historic movies and the British Parliament shows up in a lot in them. I am not going to recount everything I learned. Psssst, I don’t remember most of it. But there is one thing that stuck with me and hit me like a ton of bricks--the position of the doorkeeper.
Being a Christian, I am quite familiar with Psalm 84:10, “For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.” Many times over the years I have heard people say, “I hope I can squeak by as a door keeper.” What struck me during this tour is that the doorkeeper is very important!!! First of all there is not one, but a team of door keepers for each House, the House of Lords and the House of Commons. They are responsible for not only ceremony but actual security. The doorkeeper for the House of Commons must be able to recognize all 650 members by face and by name! How much more grand would it be to be required to know all of God’s family members by name and face! I am not saying to aim low, but I am saying, that the doorkeeper has nothing to hang their head about. What an awesome responsibility to greet each and every family member of the King of Kings and Lord of Lords each and every day!
After our tour, we stopped for some lunch and went back to our room to freshen up a bit. By this time, we had been up quite a while but it is important to push through it in order to get over the jet lag. "You must go to bed when the locals do," says Mama Hogg. She would know, she was a travel agent for many years. We took a bus tour of the city which is usually the first thing I like to do upon arriving in a city. It orients you and gives you a better idea of what you want to see and do. I’ll admit, since we had been to London before, this was really an activity to occupy time and give our feet a rest. We rode the tour until we got to St. Paul’s Cathedral where we got off. And again, it was closed.
Oh well, we hoped back on the bus, finished the tour and called it a night!