Most of us are familiar with the painting by Holman Hunt [the original hangs in the British National Gallery in London]: Jesus standing there at a doorway, gently knocking on he door. Light falls around the entrance in the shape of a heart. There is no latch on the outside of the door. It must be opened from within. But the door remains closed.
One afternoon a little boy stood beside his father, pondering the image of Hunt’s painting. “Daddy,” he said, “why don’t they answer the door?” The father responded absently without looking away from the painting, “I don’t know why.”
There was a moment’s pause. Then the youngster said, “Maybe they’re making too much noise to hear him knocking.” And that might well be true. It is likely that there is not willful inhospitality inside, but rather just too much going on to notice the presence of the special Visitor on the threshold who desires to enter.
It is probably never more true than at Christmas with its hustle and bustle, it’s hurrying and scurrying, that the gentle knocking of the Savior at the heart’s door is drowned out by the din and throng. Let’s do ourselves a favor and find a quiet time and place to reflect in solitude and Biblical meditation on the one who came to gain entrance to our hearts with His love and grace at Christmas.
Pray with me…Lord Jesus, we want our hearts to be your home. We do not want the sights and sounds, the bright lights and the crowds, keep us from hearing your gentle rapping at our hearts door. Come to us, abide with us, our Lord, Immanuel. Amen.
Blessings,
Pastor Ken
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