The Kind Visitor
What was that noise??
Was I sleeping?
How long have I been sleeping?
It’s getting dark around me and I’m a little disorientated.
In the growing darkness I see the mess that surrounds me.
Then I hear the noise again…someone’s at the door!
I look around again, and I’m struck by the state of my place! How did I let it get this messy? I can’t open the door and let someone see this mess!
The knock comes again.
Familiar!! How I long for the familiar in my loneliness. How nice it would be to have the company.
But no, no! It’s embarrassing to open the door to this dark messy place.Maybe later…after I’ve cleaned and tidied up. Maybe then I can have company. Besides, I really have nothing special to offer my guest.
As if hearing my innermost thoughts, a voice comes from outside my door…reassuring and encouraging.
“It’s OK! I can help you clean up…it’s what I do! Then we can celebrate together. You don’t have to offer me anything except what you have…it’s more than enough for me.”
Reluctantly I open the door…it was the best decision I ever made!
20Behold, 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. (Revalations 3:20)
هَئَنَذَا وَاقِفٌ عَلَى \لْبَابِ وَأَقْرَعُ. إِنْ سَمِعَ أَحَدٌ صَوْتِي وَفَتَحَ \لْبَابَ، أَدْخُلُ إِلَيْهِ وَأَتَعَشَّى مَعَهُ وَهُوَ مَعِي
Sometimes we hesitate to let God into our hearts because we think we’re not good enough.
It’s silly really! We’re not embarrassed to go to the doctor when we’re sick.
Sometimes it’s difficult to understand how God…perfect as He is…is happy to accept what little we have to offer Him…when we, with all our imperfections find it hard to accept each other!