“Behold, I stand at the door and knock…” (Revelation 3.20)
I like to think that if it was my door, if I was the one with the power to open and welcome, or close and ignore, then – of course! – I would fling it wide and welcome Jesus in with open arms.
But it is my door. And very often, I don’t. I’m tired, or scared, or overwhelmed, or I could just really do without this, right now. And so, literally or metaphorically, I close the door and lean against it with a sigh of relief.
And we all do. However open we think we are, we all have our limits. Sometimes those limits are sensible and necessary to protect ourselves and others. But sometimes those limits are more to do with being frightened of whatever lies beyond them. So we shut it out. But what are we missing out on when we refuse to open the door? What gift, what challenge, what joy? Where are we missing out on encountering Jesus because we don’t even open the door to look?
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