It was a perfect world, a perfect life, at least in my eyes. Me living as I wanted, pleasing only myself. You somewhere on the outside, me on the inside, enslaved in my own tiny castle.
But you pursued me, called at my door, knocking, knocking. You wouldn’t go away, even when I pretended I wasn’t home.
I tried to offend you; I said unkind things about you. But you ignored my callousness; you persisted, even though the door remained closed.
I was ashamed of what you would see if I let you in. You would find my house was filthy with every form of evil, painted on the walls and carpeted onto the floors.
I hid in the back room so you wouldn’t see me, but you knew I was there. You looked right through the walls and into my soul, calling, calling.
I covered my ears to stop the sound but it haunted me every waking hour and into the deepest night.
I thought I could escape and pay no heed, but you refused to be dissuaded, no matter how hard I tried.
So I gave in. I came to the door and cracked it open; I fully expected you to leave when you looked inside. But you didn’t.
When I gazed into your eyes, I couldn’t look away. Such an extraordinary face that glowed from the light of a strong and compassionate heart.
You believed in me. You loved me, in spite of my condition, in spite of the depravity that I had made my home.
You saw a soul that could be redeemed, brought back from the dead. You forgave every evil thing I had done and breathed into me new life, creating something new and beautiful.
Why did I ever doubt? How could I question such a gentle love, so full of mercy and understanding?
Who, other than a loving God, would go to such lengths to bring me back, to rescue me from choking in my own suffocating world?
Revelation 3:20 (NIV)
20 Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.
While the Greek word thura translated door does literally mean that, it also invokes the idea of opportunity. Given the opportunity, Jesus will come in and the person who welcomes him will have a life-changing experience. It may begin with a simple meal, a symbol of friendship, acceptance, and peace. But it ends with so much more……….
My mug is hot and I am ready for a new week! Praise be to the God who does not give up easily and pursued me relentlessly until I welcomed him in!