Behold, I stand at the door, and
knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and
will sup with him, and he with me. Revelation 3:20 (KJV)
This
was the first Bible verse I memorized, and for as long as I can remember, it
has been my favorite. My grandmother had a picture above her bed depicting
Jesus standing before a wooden door with a staff in his hand. Even though his
knuckles rest upon the door and his ear is inclined toward the door, He is not
looking at the door. Jesus is looking at me as if He’s waiting for a
response—an invitation to enter.
The
significance of the picture and the Bible verse eluded me until years later
when a college classmate walked me through the Scriptures and my eyes were
opened—and once my eyes were opened, my heart eventually followed.
Jesus
is my Lord and Savior, my constant Companion and the Lover of my soul—and the
souls of all He gave His life to save.
As
we move toward the end of the age and His second coming draws near, my heart is
filled with joy and anticipation, and my mind is filled with wonder. Will I
finish the work He has called me to do before He returns and claims me as His
own? When I gaze upon my Lord’s beautiful face, will anything else really matter?
Are
you ready?
Perhaps
you’ve already invited Jesus into your heart as Lord and Savior. If you
haven’t, He is right there, standing outside the door to your heart seeking
entrance, but He won’t enter uninvited.
Lord, Thank You for Your steadfast
love and relentless pursuit of our soul.
©
2018 Amy A. Verzi
1 comment:
Good job, Amy. I know that picture very well. My uncle Jerry Pell had a box of pictures drawn with silver glitter on a dark velvet blue cloth pasted on cardboard. They were so lovely. My sisters and I were to sell them in the neighborhood for $1.00 each. Our commission from selling each picture was 10 cents. I don't recall how much we made, but it was a labor of love. Jesus knocking at the door was one of my favorite pictures. Thank you, Amy, for reviving a favorite memory from my childhood.
Evelyn
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