Someone is knocking at your door. You don’t recognize them. Your house is a mess. Your hair and make-up aren’t on. Should you answer it?
I have been in that situation too many times. The last thing I want to do is disturb what once was in these four walls. For every change I make I am healing from losing Al, but am I inwardly trying to forget all that happened? I don’t think so, how could I ever forget my brother.
I am not the only one who has lost a loved one. I am sure I am not the only one who has ever suffered from lack of money or food. I worry about my bills also. I am no different from you.
So, what if the person knocking on the other side of the door needs help? I am narrowing this post down to a very simple question. I will not let the dirt and negative thoughts enter this. I don’t want any of you to ponder on the idea that the person on the other side could be a killer or some maniac.
The sound of knocking is still happening and yet we hesitate to open the door. When we stand in line waiting to pay for our purchases and we hear a familiar name being spoken, do we perk up and take interest, asking ourselves how can we help?
Or do we think, poor sucker, he/she should have known better and forget the conversation we overheard entirely. We have our own problems to deal with. We don’t have time to put our thoughts into some other person’s life.
I can remember one time many years ago when I was truly married to someone who wasn’t a match for me. It doesn’t matter how I got involved now that I look back. All that matters is how desperate I felt at that time in my life.
False hope can be very damaging; and that is what I carried for so many years in that marriage. What words can I say to help improve the situation? What actions can I change in myself to make this marriage better?
You know, sometimes you just beat yourself in the head over and over, going nowhere because that relationship wasn’t meant to be in the beginning. The false hope that I carried placed me in a situation of having no home or any food and a twenty-dollar bill in my hand.
Do any of you realize how little a twenty-dollar bill really is? It couldn’t buy me a car. It could buy me a loaf of bread and some cold cuts and something to drink, but how was I going to get to a store that was too far to walk to.
Stuck in a five and dime weekly motel, I felt boxed in, all from my own stupid false hope. I walked, I searched for a job, I talked to anyone that was near me, grasping for ideas that I had not thought of.
I did things I thought I would never do, including knocking on other motel doors begging for food. Sure I could stand to lose a few pounds but my bigger issue was my Diabetes. Getting my medications and food was more than a simple task.
With family and God’s help I did get out of that mess. I did learn to look at life through reality eyes. I became a little more obsessed with saving pennies as I never wanted to be placed in that kind of situation from my own lack of judgment.
I remember one time at church; a story I was told. I don’t remember what book and chapter, maybe you do. I have always remembered it and maybe that one day years ago, helped mold me into who I am today.
If I remember right a knock came to a home. The people did not answer it, or maybe they did and then refused to help. I do remember though that the person knocking on the other side of the door was Jesus in disguise. He wanted to dine with this family. He wanted to see if they were following God’s word. They turned him away.
In today’s world there are many knocks at our door. Some we didn’t ask for and other times we were expecting it. If we are surprised by the request or we don’t know this stranger, do we shut the door or open our hearts to them?
What if it is Jesus knocking at your door in disguise, how would we feel turning our back on him? I know pretty much how each of you would answer this, so my thoughts are, listen, be aware of your surroundings. Be prepared to take a slice out of your life in order to fill the empty slice in theirs. It could be Jesus in disguise or maybe someone like me desperate for help with nowhere to turn.