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Do you hear that? It sounds like knocking.
I look around to see what could be making that noise, but can’t see a thing.
Wait, there it is again.
I get up and walk to the front door, but nobody is there.
I step outside to see if someone is playing a trick on me. Nope.
I pause, but can’t hear any noise.
Stepping back in the house, I lock the door and return to my office.
Just as I sit down, I hear that knocking noise again. This time, I vow to ignore it and go back to my business.
First, a quick check of the headlines. Let’s see…fear…sickness…race riots…political games…financial disasters…approaching hurricanes…more fear…expanding wildfires…celebrities spouting off…athletes stirring the pot…
Knock, knock, knock
Again, I look around and peak out the window toward the front door. Nothing. So, I shake my head and return to the news.
Stories of police officers shooting people…people shooting police officers…even more fear…more political games…someone or something is being canceled…government leaks…more freedoms suspended in the name of safety…another child is missing…
Knock, knock, knock
I sigh loudly and stand up. Listening carefully, I don’t hear anything, so I venture into the kitchen to get something to get drink. I pause and listen again. Silence.
Returning to the office, I pour over more headlines about bankruptcies and closures…earthquakes…explosions…suicides rising…an unrelenting heat wave…voting fraud…someone being beaten…schools changing the curriculum…another tweet storm over something…
Knock, knock, knock
I slam my fists on my desk, push the chair back and walk briskly to the front door. Swinging it wide open, but finding nobody, I am greatly irritated. I want to beat someone myself. Walking into the front yard, I see there is nobody in the area. Not even a car.
Storming back into the house, I slam the door and head back to the office, stopping at the refrigerator for another snack.
The idea of reading any more news disgusts me, so I shut that off and log into Facebook to learn what my friends are up to.
Looking for positive news, I find a barrage of fear…anger…political memes…people demanding others wear masks…others demanding people mind their own business…a photo of a cute baby giraffe…parents demanding their kids return to school…teachers demanding that schools remain closed…someone starting a business…Democrats are horrible…Trump is a Nazi…someone supports a business boycott…
Knock, knock, knock
My nerves are shot and I am beyond furious. I walk into every room of my house listening for that noise, but find nothing. I listen carefully to the air conditioner and determine it’s not making any noise. WTH? I begin to wonder if I am losing my sanity. My anger is at a boiling point.
As I slowly head to the office, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders, I pull another bag of chips from the cupboard on the way back to my “social” media feed.
People demanding vaccinations…others insisting they’d rather die than be vaccinated…someone is grilling brats, but another comments on how bad they are for his health…a photo from last night’s riot…another monument toppled…hey, someone had a new baby…but someone else’s neighbor just died of COVID…people demanding that guns be outlawed…someone showing off a new gun…someone suggesting a T-shirt promoting pizza is actually encouraging child molestation…a storm knocks out power…someone lost a job…
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
There was no mistaking that noise. It sounded urgent and it came from the back door.
I quickly walk over and open the door.
There’s Jesus, holding a book and grinning from ear-to-ear.
“I knew if I knocked long and loudly enough, you’d eventually open the door,” he said.
“But, why did you come to the back door?” I ask.
“People who come to the front door are usually trying to sell you something. People who really love you come to the back door because they know you’re home, but hiding. I’ve been worried about you. Do you have time to chat? I have something I’d like you to read.”
We head to a quiet corner of the house, away from all the distraction and pull up two chairs – it’s just Jesus and me. As he begins to talk, I find peace returning to my soul. He shares some Bible verses he thinks I’d find helpful in interpreting all that is going on in the world and in my life.
I don’t want the time to end.
In Revelation 3:20, Jesus says, “Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If you hear my voice and open the door, I will come in and eat with you, and you will eat with me.” (New Century Version)
Yet, in our insane desire to stay informed, we open our minds to a deluge of things to fear and be angry about.
I was enjoying my Chipotle salad at lunch today while perusing the news on my phone – again. That’s when I was reminded of this verse.
Then, when I returned home, I had an encouraging email from one of my wise Christian mentors. He urged me to read Luke 12:54-56 in which Jesus says:
“When you see a cloud rising in the west, immediately you say, ‘It’s going to rain,’ and it does. And when the south wind blows, you say, ‘It’s going to be hot,’ and it is. Hypocrites! You know how to interpret the appearance of the earth and the sky. How is it that you don’t know how to interpret this present time?”
Society and culture are changing rapidly! Who would have predicted six months ago that we would be talking of eliminating funding for police officers today?
In the passage above, Jesus reminds us that regardless of what the world says is important, he never changes. His truth is the same yesterday, today and tomorrow.
We are living in scary, uncertain times, but Jesus predicted it centuries ago. In fact, he told us the warning signs would be and what they meant.
He really does have an answer to all the strife, confusion, worry, fear and anger bombarding us every day. He’d love to share his words of comfort.
The question is, will we let him?
He’s standing at the door and knocking. Will we open the door, or keep seeking security from a corrupt world?
One of my all-time favorite movies is On Golden Pond, a story about an elderly couple spending what is likely their last summer together at their old cabin. There are a few scenes where the woman, played by Katharine Hepburn, has her arms full and knocks at their door.
Rather than getting up to see who it is, the man, played by Henry Fonda, shouts out, “Someone’s at the door!”
To which Hepburn always responds, “It’s me, you old fool!”
Jesus is knocking at the door to your life. Will you answer it, or be an old fool?