I was awoken this morning out of a deep sleep by a loud knock on my bedroom door. A couple of seconds later, I yelled out “Hello?” My voice sounded lonely, the only noise in a silent room. It could have been one of my kids, my imagination or a dream. I laid there, still sleepy when I heard the knock again. It was a woodpecker banging on the cedar siding outside my window, trying to find a worm. Imagining that my siding HAD worms was unnerving but I just hated being disturbed when I was thoroughly asleep. It also felt like a comedy routine to be yelling “hello!” at a woodpecker.
On the other hand, what if there had been an emergency? What if I was needed to do something urgent? What if that knock had been especially important?
I think life is like that. Mundane things are sometimes momentous things in disguise. We never know when something regular and small will have huge and eternal impact. A routine act of sacrificial love can change a life, especially when repeated, unconditionally for years.
Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and will dine with him, and he with Me. (NASB)
Not all knocks are the same…