Who’s that knocking at my door?

July 17, 2012 — 4 Comments

our outside door

Jesus came to my door this morning

This morning a man [I’ll call him Bob] came to drop off some money so we can pass it on to God’s work in the world.

Bob’s life has not always been easy. As a young man, he worked in the fields, without having a chance to go to university. I’m not even sure if he finished high school. And Bob and his wife have followed a singular path here for many years, one which has brought them into some very dark lion dens.

Now they live in a poor neighborhood, the kind plastered with concrete. There’s not much by the way of creature comforts in their small, worn apartment. The windows are tiny and up high as is the style here. There’s no air-conditioning, no central heating. And yet Bob and his wife walk on, cheerful and generous.

When Bob rang the doorbell this morning, I wish I could say I rushed to greet Jesus, but I didn’t. I heard the bell and felt grumpy at the interruption, as I often am in this drop-in culture. I wasn’t yet dressed for the day, my things strewn about [and by ‘things’ I mean my Holy Bible where I had just read the passage in Hebrews 2 about Jesus’ sacrifice for us.**]

So Bob had to wait a few minutes in the street while I cleared the table and got dressed. When I finally opened the door, there he was with his broad, steadfast smile: Jesus in Bob.

He had just walked an hour to bring us cash [the best way and wisest way to send the money on]. He beamed and handed me a stack of blue bills. I don’t know what he gets from his small income, but I am certain this was much more than ten percent. In fact, if I told you the amount, you’d probably choke.

No one here knows of this sacrifice except me and Jack. And if you did go to Bob and his wife and marvel at their generosity, they would simply shrug their shoulders and say, “We are unworthy servants; we have only done our duty.” [Luke 17:10]

I was so humbled by this powerful vision of God’s grace. For in Bob’s gift, I saw a deep echo of what Jesus did when He poured out His life for me.

It’s a vision that will encourage me in the days to come as I follow after Jesus. But what will stay with me most won’t be the sight of the fat wad I took from Bob. Instead what I will never forget is Bob’s smile, rich and joyful, without a care in this world.

It is the smile of someone giving what he cannot keep and receiving in return what he cannot lose.


What about you? How did Jesus come to you today? Where did you see His grace?



What I had read shortly before the doorbell rang:
What we do see is Jesus, who was given a position “a little lower than the angels”; and because he suffered death for us, he is now “crowned with glory and honor.” Yes, by God’s grace, Jesus tasted death for everyone.
God, for whom and through whom everything was made, chose to bring many children into glory. And it was only right that he should make Jesus, through his suffering, a perfect leader, fit to bring them into their salvation.  [Hebrews 2:9-10]

4 responses to Who’s that knocking at my door?


    Thanks for your writing. Always food for thought. Love the way that God keeps us humble and reminds us of what is important…….and love that you ‘got it’…..


    At church last night (they have church on Wednesday nights in the summer here), my pastor spoke about the kingdom of God, and how that phrase may not be relevant to us now in a democracy, and instead we should think about when we have existed, in the current time, in God’s realm. He said it better, but it seems to be what you’re talking about–experiencing in the now the reality of God’s presence. I came home and went for a brisk walk in the mosquito-y dusk, and experienced the ephemeral beauty of the clouds in the sky as a gift. It’s still so hard to respond in kind, though, to rise to the challenge that such a gift brings. {I owe you an email, I know–soon!}


    Annie this is so beautiful! You’re right about Jesus at your door. Amazing. Inspiring. Thank you. Heather

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