I used to work for a company that financed mobile homes (we weren’t allowed to call them trailers). Yes, most of our customers were in the South. No, not all of them had double first names like Bobby Joe, Peggy Sue, etc. And no, the credit applications we used had no place to indicate level of banjo playing ability. Regrettably.
There was a story that circulated about a near-fatal encounter experienced by one of our field collectors who went to one of our financed homes to speak with a delinquent customer. After knocking on the door and hearing the sound of dogs barking and growling, he retreated to his car to begin taking pictures of the home. This was an accepted practice that he needed to complete in order to fill out the necessary condition report. It wasn’t as acceptable to those dwelling in the home and one of them made this apparent by shooting at the field collector.
I was told that when the field collector informed the police about the incident he was told that he was lucky–the homeowners usually sic their five pit bulls on people like him. This information led me to compile a list of reasons why I wouldn’t try to go inside of a person’s house.
I’m not entering your house if…….
….there is a worn copy of a book titled “How to Cook a Fat Guy” anywhere in sight.
….there is a creepy-looking kid wearing dress clothes and a tie silently swinging on a play set in the yard.
….I hear anyone squealing like a pig.
….there are fresh chalk outlines on the sidewalk.
….there is a troupe of mimes performing on your porch.
….the front door opens on its own and creaks louder and longer than it has any business doing.
….my first step onto your property is accompanied by a lightning strike, the sound of thunder, and a mournful crow flying overhead.
….your door is locked, no one is home, and you haven’t given me permission to let myself in using the key you have hidden in a fake rock.
….your yard is littered with signs featuring pro-asbestos slogans like “Asbestos is the Best for Us!”
….your house is wallpapered with pictures of Robert Goulet.
This list doesn’t include the obvious ones like if there is a reasonable chance that I might be attacked by a pack of pit bulls, be shot at, or if I hear Celine Dion music being played at inappropriate levels.
Additionally, this list highlights once again that I am not Jesus who once said:
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.
When Jesus knocks on the door of your spiritual house, He does so with a purpose. He doesn’t care if your house is filthy or scary or strange–He desires to enter in and spend time with you.
And it isn’t because you are good or worthy or faithful.
It’s because He is all of those things and so much more.
And He chooses to knock on our doors, call our names, and come in to stay awhile if we simply open up to Him.
Not even our sin or a pack of vicious pit bulls could keep him away.
(What are some other reasons why you probably wouldn’t try to enter someone’s house? Why are we often hesitant to open the door when the Savior knocks? Share away!)