Noah loves playing outside. And being in a parsonage right across the parking lot from the church means that we play in the parking lot, around the church, and up the stairs. There’s a lot of doors around this church, from the big wooden front door to the all four basement doors, plus the two doors that go up side steps to the Sunday School rooms in the back.
Every time Noah comes to a door, he knocks.
“H’yo?” he says. Knockknock. “H’yo?”
He’ll wander about for a bit, picking up rocks and crunching leaves, and then he’s back.
“H’yo?” This time he bangs on the door. “H’yo?’
There’s nobody inside, but he doesn’t know that yet. Doesn’t understand the words ‘pointless’ or ‘hopeless.’
He plays for a while, then finds another door. “H’yo? H’yo?” Knock. Knock.
Sometimes he’ll get upset, and sit against the door and cry.
As we get older, we know that there’s nobody behind the door. No one there to open it. But in his little mind, he remembers that sometimes when he knocks… sometimes… the door opens. And someone is there.
So he keeps knocking, until Mommy or Daddy unjustly picks him up and carries him off or distracts him with playing again.
But he never gives up. Because maybe this time, someone will open the door.
“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.” ~ Matthew 7:7-8 (NLT)
(Photo credit: Shannon Blosser)