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
I sometimes wonder if I would have struggled as much as I did as a young Christian if I had simply read this verse over and over. I mean, for at least a decade I would have sworn to you that the invitation Jesus offered had nothing to do with dining. In my mind, Jesus stood at the door and knocked, but if you didn’t answer, well the flames of Hell were waiting to swallow you up at any moment. Thus, my prayers were ALWAYS repetitive and always for forgiveness.
I enjoy dinnertime at our house. We do have one rule: NO electronics at the table! Tonya and I know that we would be constantly fighting for our kids’ attention if we allowed them. Once we thank God for the food, we simply talk about the day we had. For a while, I prompted them. I would ask, “What was the worst part of your day?” Then, I would follow that with “What was the best part of your day?” Just yesterday, my little girl went ahead and answered both of these questions without being asked. Dinnertime has become a time to really get to know what is going on in the lives of our children.
When I think about my family’s physical eating arrangements, I believe it almost perfectly reflects the invitation Jesus offers in Revelation 3:20. He stands at the door and knocks simply because He wants to come into my life. He wants me, as His kid, to turn off all distractions. He wants to sit at my spiritual dinner table and listen to the best and worst part of my day. He wants to whisper to me as I read His Word.
This is a very intimate request, especially when I think about my relationship with the one I dine with the most. There is no conversation like that of my wife and I when just the two of us go out to eat together. It is vastly different than those occasions when I eat with other friends or coworkers. There is a level of intimacy with my wife that no other has. I let her in on things that nobody else will ever know.
Jesus knocks at the door of my heart seeking an even greater level.
Over the years, I have learned to bring everything to my Heavenly Father. I love the early morning hours. No noises. No distractions. I can talk to Him about every facet of my life. Sometimes, I don’t even have to talk. I just sit and read His Word and wait for Him to speak. Sometimes I just sit and type WMD’s or work on sermons keeping in mind He is right here speaking to me and through me. Lately, I’ve been reading the words of songs from an old Baptist Hymnal. He really does come and dine with me.
When is the last time you dined with Him? Get to the quietest place you can, focus on Him, talk to Him. The more you get to know Him, the more you will fall in love with Him.
You can dine with Him!