Listen! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and have dinner with him, and he with Me. Revelation 3:20
My words…
Praise
This is no ordinary knock. It doesn’t sound like knuckles rapping against wood. It is the sudden lyrics of a hymn remembered from childhood. It is the words of the cashier inviting me to have a blessed day. It’s the sound of the Salvation Army bell at Christmas. It’s the social media post declaring Your love for all. It’s the pamphlet from a local church, left on the sidewalk. It’s Your still, small voice invading dreams. It’s skepticism in an atheist’s reason. It’s the conversion of a friend. Your knock doesn’t chide. It doesn’t belittle. It doesn’t accuse. You don’t beat down the door. But You are persistent. You will never leave the doorpost, and You will never cease to knock.
Prayer for others
So many doors remain shut. Some are aged and worn with rusted hinges. Some have been reinforced with steel and concrete to muffle the sound of Your knocking. Some owners have painted the door black and pretend it doesn’t exist. No door. No knock. Others scream at You through the door, ordering You to leave. I pray for these hearts, these doors. I pray they will do one thing: Listen! Your gentle voice is the oil on rusted hinges. Your life-giving words permeate steel. Your unceasing presence is proof of Your love that is real. And Your invitation can disarm all hate. I pray for locks removed! I pray for doors flying open all over Your kingdom!
More praise
When heart-doors are open, the feasting begins! I realize we don’t sit down to actual meat and potatoes (but someday perhaps?). But it’s a dinner, nonetheless. Delightful conversation, informative communication, refreshingly quenched thirst, heartily satisfied hunger. As long as I stay around, the meal continues. Dinner with You. How great is that?
