“Look! I stand at the door and knock. If you hear my voice and open the door, I will come in, and we will share a meal together as friends.” Rev. 3:20
Lord Jesus, you spoke these words to those you love and cherish, not to a bunch of strangers, “seekers,” or non-believers. How do we get so busy, religious, shamed, or satisfied with lesser things that we don’t realize when we’re no longer enjoying rich, intimate, heart-flourishing fellowship with you?
That knock, that blessed knock on the door of our hearts… it’s not that you’re lonely and cold, and you certainly do not need our permission to enter any door. Astonishing… you really desire fellowship with us—individually, and as whole church families.
Thank you for constantly pursuing us, Jesus. Thank you for always initiating fellowship, communion, and nourishment with us. Though we’d never presume to call you “friend,” you call us your friends (John 15:15)—more so, your Bride (Eph. 5:25-27). We believe, help us in our unbelief.
Though you could kick down the door, climb through a window, or come in through the “crawl space”—you knock on the portal of our heart each day. Daily mercies, Gospel-manna, living water, your very self… that’s what you freely give us. Ignore your knock? It’d be better for us to ignore “the knock” of our physical hunger and thirst.
Patient, persistent Jesus, you’re not calling us to “make you Lord,” for you’re already Lord of heaven and earth. You’ve made us yours by your life, death, and resurrection. You love us as no one else ever could or would. Convicted, humbled, and grateful, we welcome you today. So Very Amen.