A Knocking
The Maker of the Universe is knocking at my door. It’s not the first time, He’s been here before.
How could a Being, bigger than life, even want to enter my schedule?
And yet, He comes. And yet, He knocks. Waiting at the doorway of my heart this morning.
“How could this be?” I wondered. “That the Creator of everything is here?”
“How could this be?” uttered Mary, when visited by the angel Gabriel.
“How could this be?” replied the fearful Gideon, hiding in his cave.
“How could this be?” expressed the puzzled Moses, when granted new hope.
In this crazy world we live in, “How could this be?”
Still, the Maker of everything visits you and me.
What a privilege it is to meet the Lord! What a privilege to actually have three visitors:
A visit from a forever Father. Omnipresent. Omni-caring. Watching, guiding, loving me unconditionally, whatever my status. He is my forever Father, I am never orphaned.
A visit from Jesus, my Savior and life’s Redeemer. The one who can redeem all things, visits daily!
Failures and past regrets? Redeemed.
Sins of yesterday? Healed & forgiven.
Curses of previous generations? Broken.
Lost opportunities? Replaced.
A visit from the mighty Holy Spirit, bringing unique counsel and powerful wisdom.
Clarity for decision-making? Granted.
Courage to make a difference? Given.
Divine intervention needed? Supernaturally supplied, 24/7.
The Maker knocks, and our obedience and humility is the key that unlocks the door.
The Father. The Son. The Holy Spirit. All three come. Equipping our mind, body, and spirit with:
Courage, companionship, cleansing.
Sacredness, service and strength.
Power, purpose, provision.
That first Christmas, heaven visited earth in the most unlikely, unexpected way.
The Might of God, wrapped in baby form—an unrecognizable Messiah.
The purity of God’s presence came to earth, willing to be laid down in a dirty manger, unfit for human existence. The salvation of a Savior has arrived, willing to be laid on that inhumane cross to cleanse the filth of our sins by His blood.
The sacrificial love of a Father is expressed, handing out his most precious gift for you and I to receive. He has come. Willingly. Lovingly. Humbly.
This is the way, it was then:
“. . . and she wrapped Him in cloths, and laid Him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.” Luke 2:7NASB
This is the way it has always been, through the years:
“He was despised and rejected—a man of sorrows, acquainted with deepest grief. We turned our backs on him and looked the other way. He was despised, and we did not care.” Isaiah 53:3NLT
Yet, still, He comes. The Bringer of secrets has come.
“He came into the very world he created, but the world didn’t recognize him. He came to his own people, and even they rejected him. But to all who believed him and accepted him, he gave the right to become children of God. They are reborn—not with a physical birth resulting from human passion or plan, but a birth that comes from God.” John 1: 10 NLT
Will you let Him in your heart today?
In the previous blogs, I’ve given secrets. But this Thursday, more than any of the secrets, it is the Giver of secrets who has come : >
“. . . 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.” Revelations 3:20ESV
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