When I was a young boy my father came to my brother, sister, and I and said, “If one of you will come to town with me I promise you won’t regret it.” I had been to town before so I said no. My brother mumbled something about being bored sitting in the car while Dad was at some church meeting.
But my little blond-haired, snaggled-tooth sister beamed and said she would go. My Dad and sister loaded up in the car and drove the three miles to town while my brother and I went back to playing. We played for about an hour when we looked up the long dirt driveway from the main road that led to our house and saw that sister of ours riding a bike down the road. She had a grin so big that you could count the bugs on both of her teeth.
“Hey, where did you get that bike?” we asked.
“Someone gave it to our family,” she said.
Dad, who had been following her in the car, pulled up and had a smile on his face. We looked at him like he had pulled a fast one on us. We were a poor family, so for us to be given a used bike was a big deal. And to be the first to ride it was a bigger deal. And to get to ride it all the way home from town—that was a privilege that my sister would gloat about to her older brothers for a long time.
We started to whine about it not being fair and he stopped us and said, “You had the same amount of information she had, but she trusted and acted on that information. You wanted to play.”
Our problem was that we didn’t know a good opportunity when it was offered. She trusted her father and reaped the benefits.
Our God is the God of the open door. When people trust God and walk through open doors, the power of God is set in motion and things beyond our ability to make happen.
At the end of the ancient book that we love Jesus speaks of another door. This is not a door of opportunity. It is a door to the heart, but it is closed.
This is one of the most tender images in the Bible.
One time when our twin granddaughters were about four years old they were spending the weekend with us and I walked down the hallway towards my room and could hear them playing house in their room at our house. Little red-headed girl chatter about tea, flowers, and cake.
I stood outside and listened to the conversation between these little angels and my heart melted. I did the only thing a grandfather of grandgingers could do under those circumstances—I politely knocked on the door. Presently, little Addie, who wants to marry me when she grows up, opened the door. When she saw me she exclaimed with a huge smile, “Cadie, we have guests!”
I went in and enjoyed a wonderful pretend meal.
When you love somebody, you wonder; will the door always be open? Will I always be welcome in that heart? What will I do if one day I knock and they don’t answer?
As my grandfather might have said, “Jesus stands there, outside the locked door of my heart with His hat in his hand—waiting for me to let Him in.”
God has designed you with this door to your heart that can only be opened from the inside. No one can force you to love them. No One. Not even God. Only you can open the door of your heart. God Himself will not violate that door. But He won’t go away either! Because He loves His children too much.
If you will open the door of your heart, he will come in and you will share the most tender and rich intimacy you could ever imagine.
Doors of opportunity and intimacy are waiting for you. Open the door. I promise you won’t regret it.