Those whom I love, I reprove and discipline,

so be zealous and repent. Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and eat with him, and he with me. Rev. 3:19–20

Lord Jesus, every day we have the privilege of living the hymn “O Love That Will Not Let Me Go,” for you love us tenaciously and you pursue us constantly. And we are so thankful.

In the gospel we enjoy eternal union with you, but for various reasons, we tend to flow in and out of vital fellowship with you. The sad thing is, sometimes we don’t recognize our heart drift for a quite a while—days, even months. It’s usually the people around us who first recognize that our affection for you has chilled a bit.

Having you knock on the door of our hearts is certainly a rebuke to us, but it’s also an embrace and kiss from heaven. Nothing is more convicting than to hear your voice on the other side of that door, yet your voice is that of a Bridegroom wooing his beloved bride. Thank you, Lord.

You confront us because you love us. All of your rebukes are life-giving, and when you discipline us, though it’s painful, it’s for our good and our freedom. It’s your kindness that leads us to repentance. You’ll never shame us, for you always cherish us. Hallelujah!

By faith, we rise to respond to your most gracious knocking. Come in and let us feast together this August Friday. You are the bread we need the most, and you generously give the only water that can quench our deepest thirst. Fill us till we want no more.

Until the Day when daily fellowship meals are replaced with eternal feasting in the House of Zion, may we have to hear your knock less and less, Jesus. So very Amen we pray, in your kind and powerful name.