A woman approached the door & knocked hesitantly. No answer. She looked down at the address on her tattered piece of paper. She knocked again & waited still longer. She stood tense beneath the glow of the flickering streetlight. The bitter cold bit down on her hands. She brought them to her mouth to warm them with her breath before knocking once more. No answer.
Lifting up her head to the darkened windows she said softly, "Please, can you help me?" She dropped her head to abate the sudden slap of wind on her face. She stroked the tattered piece of paper in her hands. Tears began to well up within her as she lifted her voice. "I'm so hungry. I heard you have bread... please, may I have some bread?!" All was silent. She leaned up against the door, slid slowly down & came to rest on her heels. She began to tremble. "Please," she shouted haltingly, "I'm so tired, I'm so cold." She placed her head in her hands & began to weep. "Please", she whispered, reduced now to a heap on the ground, "I heard my father lives here..."
Just then, she heard Someone approaching from within the house. She scrambled to her feet, pushed back her hair & wiped the tears on her sleeve. She was still trying to gain her composure when the door opened. Light flooded the street where she stood. Before she could even utter a syllable, she found herself inside. A Man sat down in front of her, perched on the edge of His seat & rested His forearms on His knees. He seemed to know her. He seemed to look right through her. She felt uncomfortable & looked away. "I heard my father lives here", she said timidly, still standing in the entryway. The Man smiled & laughed heartily.
She studied His face as He reached out a hand & she suddenly knew where she'd seen Him before. He was the One who handed her the piece of paper so many years ago. He had told her about this place, but she was afraid to venture here on her own, afraid to risk the embarassment of rejection... Afraid to risk the hoping...
She took His hand.
"At last" said the Son...
“And so I tell you, keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks, receives. Everyone who seeks, finds. And to everyone who knocks, the door will be opened. Luke 11:9-10 NLT