10/7/18 – Knock, Knock Who’s There?

Growing up my parents always took me to church. As I matriculated through the different Sunday School classes, there was always the above painting hanging on one of the classroom walls.  Jesus was knocking on a door.  As a young child it was both captivating and confusing.  I observed Jesus was knocking. Why would Jesus have to knock?   His face has a concerned if not quizzical look.  Did he wonder if anyone was home? His left foot is on the step and his right foot’s heel is slightly off the ground.  Was he assuming the door would open and He’d walk through?  It appears late in the evening.  Were the residents in another room and could not hear Him?  But the fact He was knocking most bothered me.  Were the people of the house not expecting, waiting or looking for Jesus?

Sadly as I have matured, I concluded they were not expecting, waiting or looking for Jesus.  They were living there lives, going about their daily affairs with nary a thought of Jesus

They were the church at Laodicea.  You know the ones who were lukewarm, who Jesus wanted to spit (vomit) out of his mouth.

While I found the painting captivating and confusing as a child.  I find the passage (Revelation 3:14-22) even more so.  How many times have you heard someone say, “Well, he or she is a lukewarm Christian.  And we know this makes Jesus so sick he hurls.  They may no longer be saved!”  Really, I thought Jesus said, He would never leave us or never forsake us, Hebrews 13:5.  By the way, the context in Hebrews says your use of money portrays your view of The Lord

Or how bout this one, “Jesus would rather you be a cold-hearted pagan, than a lukewarm Christian.”  Really, you mean Jesus would rather you go to Hell, then be a nominal believer?  I thought  God did not wish any to perish but all to come to repentance, 1 Peter 3:9.

Or how bout this one, “the way you become a Christian is by inviting Jesus into your heart.”  Really, I thought he was talking to Christians in this passage.  As a small child I was encouraged to ask Jesus into my heart. (I did, but wondered how He would shrink Himself to fit into my heart.  I know I was that kid.)

While the painting and this passage is captivating and confusing it above all is convicting.  And it will be the subject of Sunday’s message.

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