Saturday, April 23, 2011

Bloody Knuckles at Least for Now

Behold I stand at the door and knock, said the Lord. But how long will He knock?

My guess is until His knuckles are bloody and broken. The real question should be how long will we wait to open the door? The Bible tells us that God is exceedingly longsuffering and that it is His will that no one should perish, but it also tells us His Spirit will not always strive to be with man.

In other words, a day and hour IS COMING when He will stop knocking; bloody knuckles and all. I implore you get up and open the door and let Him in. If you read the actual text, Revelation 3:20, He’s not mad at you nor is He coming in to inspect your home. On the contrary, He’s looking for a meal to share with you, and likely He’s brought the bread and the wine. All you have to do is toss a salad and make some pasta. Then eat and talk.

What’s so hard about that? What’s so bad about that? Remember the garden narrative where the Father, got ticked off at whoever told His kids they were naked? I mean He was in sensed that anyone would embarrass or incriminate His kids, outside of His jurisdiction and loving discipline.

So why would it be any different today? He’s not coming into your life to tear you apart for not having a clean house or a “holy” house, but He’s coming in to develop a relationship with you, so you can make the decision to clean and be holy as you grow to understand His love and wisdom found in such qualities. But He’s not coming in to condemn or accuse you of being… well shall I say, stupid and sinful; He already knows that and that’s why He died for you.

And that’s actually why He loves you. Like a Father who has kids who don’t do too well in school and life, you still love them, and they never stop being your kids. As a matter of fact you likely have deeper compassion and love and tenderness with them, so as to help them to come to their senses.

Maybe I’ve got it all wrong, but I really like the Prodigal Son story. That’s the Father I’m coming home to. And you?

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