In John Bunyan’s church in Bedford, England, there is a poem framed in the wall of the anteroom from which the preacher exits to walk to the pulpit. It reads:

Enter this door as if the floor within were gold, and every wall of jewels, all of wealth untold, as if a choir, In robes of fire were singing here; nor shout, nor rush, but hush, for God is near. And so he is! This is what we need.