Jesus Your King Is Knocking at Your Door
I recently had this crazy word picture of how I treat God. It really changed the way I approach Him, so I thought I'd share it with you.
I'm in my house. I've made it the perfect place for me to be comfortable. I spend most of my time choosing how to present myself, what to say, how I act—how I make myself seem important when I am outside. All the while, the King of Kings is on my porch with a bouquet of the most elegant roses you could find. I hardly take notice. I'm too busy making sure I seem important to the world.
I have somewhere to go. As I head out the door, Jesus stops me. He tries to give me the flowers. He tells me He wants to take me somewhere. I refuse. I already have plans.
When I come back home, He tells me again that He wants to take me somewhere. When I ask where, He says that He'll show me. I don't want to follow blindly. I want to know where I am going, so I politely decline.
What am I doing?
I'm trying to make myself seem important, all the while the very definition of importance is waiting for me to accept Him. I hardly know where I am going half the time, but I don't trust the God who planned my life to lead me in it.
I want to be in control.
I want to be important.
Why can't I just take what I need from Whom I need?
I don't really want to write an ending to that picture for you. I'd rather you just let it marinate in you. See if maybe it fits. But know this, that when Jesus said He stands at the door and knocks, He wasn't writing to unbelievers. He was writing to the church in Laodicea (Rev. 3:20).
And He was probably writing to me.
Was He writing to you?
This post was written by Lexi Gresh.