God’s Word for Today: Knock. We probably are walking a thin line when we try to use knock singularly. I mean, come on. Whoever goes up to a door and simply gives one knock? At the very least, it is “knock knock”. Or several knocks. If a person is feeling creative, it can be a series of knocks that displays a tune or even a secret code.
We are taught, starting at a young age to knock on a closed door. Something to do with asking permission to invade another’s privacy. Maybe I shouldn’t say young age. There is definitely a learning curve with children needing the attention of their parents. But, sometime and someplace, this knock things finally breaks thru and it is a habit for life.
I found it interesting here in Paraguay and Brazil that the boundary to enter one’s private domain is farther out than the front door of the house. Almost every domicile has a fence around it. If said fence is in position, then there is a gate one must pass thru. But even if there is no boundary fence, there is a natural rule that you stand outside of the property and clap your hands until someone within acknowledges you. Then, it is a matter of stating your business. If there needs to be further discussion, or you had an invitation anyway, you are then given permission to enter thru the gate. Next, you have a second stage whether you are invited into the house or not.
I have tried and tried to encourage the good friends I have made down here to forgo the initial hand clapping at the gate. I have told them they are always welcome and if it makes them comfortable, they can just knock at the door. There are maybe 2 who practice this. One is an almost daily visitor (boyfriend of one of the girls) and the other is a many year and closest friend to the rest of the family. All my friends still will politely clap at the gate until they are acknowledged. Habits are hard to break.
I can’t say that I am any better. Whether in South America clapping at a gated entrance, or in USA knocking on a best friend’s door. I still do it. Family though, might get a loud verbal “knock knock” as I am already entering. And I expect nothing more from them coming to my house. Bill collectors are a different story.
Revelation 3:20. Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me.
Good stuff right here. Try to see the whole picture and what is being said.
First, as we cruise into this wonderful Christmas celebration, think about every manger scene you have ever laid your eyes upon. All of them. Every single one, the front is wide open. There are no doors. There is no fence, no gate. The scene is depicted with people and animals all standing around looking in awe at the Christ child. There isn’t even a security guard in the general vicinity checking IDs for admittance. Everyone is welcome. We are all invited. No door knocking. No hand clapping. No announcement to everyone that you have arrived. Just come on in and see the Miracle.
In retrospect, we have our doors. Even to God. The very One who created us, has allowed us to put up our own boundary. Jesus, who gave his very life for you and me, still has to knock at our door. Maybe one of these days, we will discuss what this closed door means. We will hash out why we have a boundary fence the God himself has to clap His hands before we allow Him into our lives.
Today though, lets focus on the openness of Jesus. Recognize there are no boundaries keeping you from entering. Any lines to be crossed, any barriers to be broken, any security to pass thru, is of our own making. God threw the doors to Heaven wide open when He sent his only Son into this world. Realize the meaning of God’s open door policy and you will never knock again…………………
Prayer: Dear Lord, creator of all things good, and me. Thank you for your gift you so graciously gave. Forgive me for making you knock at my door. Help me to know that as you have no barriers for my entrance, maybe I should do the same for you Lord. Just like the manger scene, I need to work on my no knock, no clap policy for you. Help me to accept my fellow man in the same manner. In Jesus’, who eliminated the need to knock, name I pray. Amen.