As a child, our trips to my grandmother’s house were always exciting. She lived in a small town that was about two hours drive-time from where my family lived so we weren’t able to visit very often. I think the fact that we weren’t able to visit as often as I had wanted added to the mystery of each visit. My brothers and I always looked forward with anticipation when we knew we were driving to see her.
Her home was small and there wasn’t really much to do there when we arrived. But, there was just something wonderful about the atmosphere and the surroundings. When we visited, my grandmother always welcomed us with open arms. She always made us feel like we were the most important people in her life at that time and that just had a way of making us feel special. Quite honestly, I think she was probably as excited to see us as we were in seeing her but I just knew that we couldn’t wait for that long drive to be over and we finally arrived at her house.
When we arrived, our routine was always the same. We parked the car on her small dirt driveway. We walked up to the screened-in front porch, which was never locked, and entered the main door to the house which, likewise, was never locked. We would meander through the bedroom and the family room and head toward the kitchen where she would always be cooking and preparing something for our lunch or dinner that day. It didn’t matter if we drove up early in the morning or late at night, after dark; the doors to the house would always be open and she would always be preparing something for us.
Those of us that have a close relationship with Christ know that feeling. I know in my own life, before I had accepted Christ, I had reached a very low point in my life. I didn’t feel like anyone cared. I felt depressed. I really didn’t feel like I had a purpose. That all changed when I reached out to Christ. I soon realized that His door had always been open for me. His door was never locked; I just refused to try and open it or (worse) went to the wrong door. Once I opened His door, and allowed Christ in my heart, His Heavenly Feast was there waiting for me. The day that I accepted Christ was as real as one of my visits to my grandmother’s house. Christ was as excited to welcome me as I was to welcome Him and He was already preparing great things for me.
How is your relationship with God today? Remember that Christ’s door is never locked. All you have to do is enter.
