Yesterday my doorbell rang. Waiting outside was a friendly young lady hoping to sell me on solar. I listened politely but turned down the offer. I appreciate her doing her job, but I wished I hadn’t opened my door for a sales pitch.

Most often these days the person at my door wants to sell me something. Solar panels, faster internet, lawn services. The one group I loved to find knocking doesn’t sell cookies door-to-door in our neighborhood anymore. Such a pity.

Door knocks happened in the ancient world as well. After a miraculous escape from prison, Peter headed to a home where he knew other disciples of Jesus were gathered. He rapped on the locked door.

When he knocked at the door of the gateway, a servant girl named Rhoda came to answer. Recognizing Peter’s voice, in her joy she did not open the gate but ran in and reported that Peter was standing at the gate.

Thinking Rhoda was out of her mind, or struck by an angel, the disciples hesitated. But when they finally opened the door, they saw Peter and were amazed.

Like the disciples, I hesitate to open the door of my life. Peter knocked, Jesus stands at the door and knocks (Revelation 3:20), the King of Glory knocks (Psalm 24:7). It seems the Lord knocks regularly, but I pause on the other side.

I keep my door closed at home because I want to avoid of the hassle of a salesperson. But the Lord knocks with good news. Is there an opportunity you’re mulling over? Something that feels hopeful yet uncertain? Pray and seek God’s wisdom. It’s more likely cookies than a sales pitch waiting for your attention.

Perhaps today is a good time to open the door to our amazing God.

Acts 12:12-17

Photo by Sizel C