OPEN THE DOOR!

 

“Look at Me. I stand at the door. I knock. If you hear Me call and open the door, I’ll come right in and sit down to supper with you. Conquerors will sit alongside Me at the head table, just as I, having conquered, took the place of honor at the side of my Father. That’s My gift to the conquerors!”
(Rev 3:20 21; TM)

“Dear friends…
This is a letter to you…it is my testimony…For 32 years Jesus was standing outside the door of my heart… Why my heart- I don’t know… How did He find my address – I don’t know … All I can say is this: He was so patient with me. Try to imagine this…Many years have passed and Jesus was still standing there. He could have gone away tempted by my doubts, insults or stubborn silences. The grass in front of my door became dry because of His feet…. Winter and summer, Jesus was there, waiting for me to open from inside… It made no sense… Cold, hot, windy or rainy…He was still there, waiting…

Jesus was knocking at the door of my heart. He was not sleeping there like a homeless beggar. Not at all! He had a message He wanted me to hear…Love was knocking and knocking…. There was a dent in my door because of His knock. In the past I begged Him to stop, to go away and leave me alone. If I was the one standing there, I could left, long ago, and… looked for a better friend…But not so with Jesus…My anger, my rudeness did not drive Him away…Sometimes I screamed and shouted at Him…I told Him that I am tired of His ‘wicked’ knocks….With time, little by little, my heart started failing me… some beats were missing…all because of His knocks…

I told myself so many times: Jesus is stalking me, hunting me, persecuting me…Does He have that right? But to whom can I go and complain? I heard that He pays all the judges on the earth…
Then I asked myself: what does a man do to drive Jesus away? How can I be free from His love…where can I hide…how long will this secret drama last? I had no answer…

Then Jesus started calling me…My name sounds so different in His mouth…He had ‘a foreign accent’ that annoyed me… Sometimes He whispers… occasionally I can feel His pain, His love, His longing…But still, something stops me and I cannot open the door…
What manner of Man is this” Why does He love me so…I already rejected His proposal and all…Why me?

I knew that the door cannot be open from the outside. The house was built in such a way that only I can open it for I alone have the key, inside… Sometimes I panic…I look thru the window and I see Him standing there, the same spot, behind the door…I have to admit, He looks so strong… He can really break my door…for a moment fear comes in…’what if Jesus breaks my heart…what if I die’… Again I have to admit that after all these years, He never used His feet to bang or shake the door…He is just there, standing, knocking, calling and waiting…

Often I was so angry… because Jesus blocks my door…I can’t even go outside … my old friends sent me messages to come and do wicked in the night, like we used to do…But who can drive away this Jesus? Nobody dares to push Him…and even after all these years, He still does not look in a hurry anyway…

Inside the house, all my candles have been burnt off…I now sit in the darkness…day and night is the same to me… No food, no water, no hope… all this resisting is not fun anymore…
Then one day, a tiny ray of light comes from outside, passing under my door… My darkness cannot arrest it… Trapped in my house by eternity itself, with peace outside the door…dying inside…I finally decided to surrender…what else can I do? Shaking from hunger and sweating with fear, I slowly turn the key, press the handle and open the door…

For a moment time stood still…I am too weak to be happy, too exhausted to shout for joy…I collapse at His feet… the last words on my dry lips… ‘It is finished…Welcome home…Lord…!”
I don’t know how long I was unconscious…Only my Savior knows…
Later I tried to open my eyes, but the light was too strong…slowly, I see that my small heart cottage became transformed into a palace…I see a chandelier with stars hanging from the sky…there is a great table set before me…I seat on a high chair with many soft pillows… I hear strings are playing somewhere…looking cool, the angels move effortlessly up and down on a staircase that touches the earth…One serves me wine…I look over my head and I see a banner of light… written on it was a poem that even a fool can translate: ”No greater love than this”… One of the busy angels comes closer. He says he is on an errand to my home town, that if I have a letter he can carry it there, for me…

I don’t know if this is a dream or not…I turn my head and see Jesus, next to me…The same Jesus…He entered the house that rejected Him…He is now settled in the same heart that despised Him… how can I describe that love…My God… I try to think, what can be the reason for this love… Is it that I pray much … Is it that I give money to the church…Why does He love me so…Suddenly I hear the angels singing a song called ‘Grace, Grace’… I fear I will have headache for I do not understand this grace… I see Jesus laughing at my surprise… He is happy now, no need to wait outside my door… with spices in His mouth and stars in His eyes He touches my hand, saying “Eat…We have won the victory…This is our freedom banquet, the champions’ festival and your coronation ceremony…”
I can’t stop thinking…If this is a dream…I don’t want to wake up…
Jesus reads my mind… ”It is not a dream…’- He laughs- You have tasted of My wine…This joy is real…I have decreed…Truth is stronger than shadows and our love shall be forever and ever!”

Dear friends on earth, if an angel has come to your window, if this letter has reached you, if you can read these words…then it is a miracle…this is what I want to say…Let me not forget…Just in case Jesus is standing outside your door, knocking and calling your name, please, please, do not be foolish like me and waste so much time. Quickly run and open it! Once Jesus comes in, your heaven has started! Trust me, this is the truth…I can never lie again…for I am free indeed…”

As for me, right now, I don’t have to power to remember anything else…I have no strength to think about affairs on earth…all I care, all I know and all I live for is this:
“I am my Beloved and He is mine…”

Yours eternally…”

(TODAY I AM 60! TO GOD BE ALL THE GLORY!)

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