“Behold, 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. (Rev 3:20)”
“ Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:
For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.’ (Matthew 7:7,8)
I was reading these two quotes about doors and was struck by how, in one, The Lord is the One knocking, and calling with His voice, and we need to hear; while in the other, we are instructed to ask with our voices, seek, and knock to be admitted, even if we cannot at times even tell where the door is! The mind-picture below, came to me as I read.
My forehead rests against a surface.
(‘Behold I stand,’ says a Voice)
It is hard to remember how I came here.
(‘At the door’ )
My eyes stretch, wide in the darkness, I fear to move.
My blind hands quest across the expanse.
(‘’And knock…’ His voice is quiet).
I press my ear to catch the still, small sounds:
(‘As a hen gathereth’
‘Under my wings…’
I can hear the words more strongly now;
(‘I have laid the foundation of the earth, and My hand spans the heavens.’
‘All power is Mine, in Heaven.
I open the eyes of the blind.
I hear…I deliver.’
His Voice, the thundering quiet of thawing spring.)
‘But how?’ My seeking hands find edges, still too feeble against a solid…door. ‘It is locked!’ I cry.
Like the graying of Dawn, His Word is whispered:
2 thoughts on “Door”
“Knock.” (Read. Do.)
Powerful in a quiet and lovely way. Thank you. It’s amazing how often I forget to knock.
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