“Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.” Revelation 3:20. (NKJV).
"Ah," he said. "Let me get Aunt Mary's letter. Want to make sure I'm accurate. Okay. Here goes."
Dear Brother. I had an amazing experience. Some time ago, Carmen, one of our helpers, knocked on my bedroom door.
"A woman's at the door. She wants to speak with the lady of the house."
I turned off my sewing machine and marched down the hall to the front door. The woman stood waiting, her braided hair coming loose, her full skirt stained. She reminded me of Mother Ginger in The Nutcracker. Were children behind her skirts, ready to run in and snatch what they could reach?
“May I help you?" We offered two kinds of bread to those who came to our door. Physical bread if they were hungry or the Bread of Life, the Word of God. She’d refused both insisting to speak with me.
“May I help you?" We offered two kinds of bread to those who came to our door. Physical bread if they were hungry or the Bread of Life, the Word of God. She’d refused both insisting to speak with me.
"My name is Maria Morales," she said. "I have five children and they need clothes."
Not to be outdone, I asked their age--about the same as ours. The day before I’d cleaned their closets, the plastic bags according to size lined the wall. I gathered assorted clothing, put them in a plastic bag and as I came to the door, she reached for it.
“Just a minute. Do you know the Lord Jesus as your Savior?" She shook her head.
“Would you like to know about Him?" At her nod, I hurried into the library, grabbed a Spanish edition of Good News for Modern Man. She thanked me, took the bag of clothes, the Bible, and left.
A maid stood on either side of the door, and snickered. They thought every beggar in town would now be at our door.
“'Come, sit." I pointed to our couch.
“Just a minute. Do you know the Lord Jesus as your Savior?" She shook her head.
“Would you like to know about Him?" At her nod, I hurried into the library, grabbed a Spanish edition of Good News for Modern Man. She thanked me, took the bag of clothes, the Bible, and left.
A maid stood on either side of the door, and snickered. They thought every beggar in town would now be at our door.
“'Come, sit." I pointed to our couch.
"Did you know the Lord sends angels to visit us?"
"Angels?" They flapped their arms like wings.
"Yes, angels." I showed them in the Bible where God and two angels came to Abraham in Genesis 18:16, and in Hebrews 13:2, the writer cautions, 'Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some have entertained angels.'"
Eyes wide, they nodded. From that day they raced to the door. Perhaps an angel knocked?
I don't know how this will end, Brother, but I do believe the Lord Jesus is in charge and delights in sending people to my door. The attitude of my helpers has changed, too. They're excited to know the Lord Jesus loves them and want to know more about the Bible, which pleases me. Thank you for praying.
Love you, Mary.
"Was that really an angel, Grandfather?"
"I'm sure your Aunt Mary will let us know. But you know what? If God sends angels to people in Colombia, He probably does the same here. What do you think?"
Timmy and Sam eyed one another. "Wow! Timmy said. "Guess we'd better listen to see who's that knocking." Sam nodded. Grandfather smiled.
Kingdom Thinking. Not just in Colombia, South America, are we to share the Good News, but everywhere we go or when someone knocks on our door. We have wonderful news. God loves us with an amazing love. A Love that will never leave nor forsake us. That includes you. won't you come?