When Jesus Knocks

Posted on 03/17/2013 by Rev. Jennifer L. Faust

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GLORY

Great is the Lord God Almighty
Great is the Lord on High
The train of His robe fills the temple
And we cry out highest praise

Glory to the risen King
Glory to the Son, glorious Son

Lift up your heads, open the doors
Let the King of Glory come in
And forever be our God

Holy is the Lord God Almighty
Holy is the Lord on high
Let all the earth bow before You
And crown You Lord of all


JESUS

Jesus, Jesus
Holy and Anointed One
Jesus

Your name is like honey
on my lips
Your spirit like water
to my soul
Your Word is a lamp
unto my feet
Jesus I love you
I love you

Jesus, Jesus
Risen and Exalted One
Jesus


I EXALT THEE

For thou O Lord art high
above all the earth
Thou art exalted
far above all gods

I exalt thee
I exalt thee
I exalt thee
O Lord



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Father God, Thank You for this day, for this time to be in Your presence and to bless You. Thank You for this chance to share what I believe to be what is on You heart. I ask that whatever comes from my mouth be glorifying to You. In Jesus' name, Amen.

Please be seated.

The title of my fire side chat is When Jesus Knocks. In Revelation 3:20 Jesus says “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.”

Do we take this to mean when we are not believers and we open our heart to Jesus? Or do we take this to mean more?
I wrote a story that I want to share with all of you in a moment. I want you to hear this because it portrays a person that is trapped and in need a rescue. Something happens and...well...I'll just read it, how about that?

It's called When Jesus Knocks.

I used to leave this apartment, but now it's a nightmare to open my eyes. Even in sleep they torment me, never stopping their attack. My thoughts are consumed by hate-filled words and actions.

These creatures have overrun my life. I can't break free. The darkness has overwhelmed me.

I walk in a daze, a fog all day. I ram into tables, chairs, walls, and corners. My body is covered in bruises.

Screams erupt from my lips and the tormentors laugh. They cackle “No one hears you, ugly. No one loves you. No one! No one!”

I have tried to escape them, but they come back stronger and in a larger number so that imprisonment is inevitable. I am trapped inside my home. Help from outside isn't an option.

Fear. Fear of everything has slowly crept into my mind. Every little sound is heightened. Every little flicker of light hurts my eyes.

I never turn on a light. I keep the curtains closed. I sleep all day. I barely eat. What is eaten is delivered. I've used up most of my savings, but my terror of the unknown won't allow me to leave home.

“You can't go out there,” they say. “Horrible things occur. You must stay here.”

So I become controlled by the demons. I am totally under their rule. I sit in darkness, drowning in their filth and hatred.

How can I get out? How can I escape?

“You can't escape. You are ours. Ours!” They hiss.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Don't answer it! You don't know who it is!” The demons shout.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Who? Who is it? Such a sweet voice.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“No! No! No!”

I crumbled to the floor. Too many voices. “Stop. Stop. Stop!”

For a brief moment, all was silent.
Knock. Knock. Knock.

Who loves me? Who are you?



Life? What's Life?



I rose to my knees and tried to stand. The demons weighed me down. I fell to the floor with a great crash.



I again rose to my knees. This time I crawled. I moved my mouth to speak, but words wouldn't come.



“Je...Jesus,” I whispered hoarsely.

“No! Not that name!” The demons wheezed.



“Jesus,” I said louder. I continued to crawl to the door.



“Jesus!” I shouted. My hand touched the door knob. Turning it, I pushed the door open. Strong arms enveloped me in a hug.



Demons fled in all directions, screeching and wailing.



“Yes, Jesus,” I said as we sat on the couch.

Jesus showed me His wrists.

“Yes.”



Tears filled my eyes. “Jesus.”
He smiled. He wiped them away.

I marveled at His words. He knew everything before I needed to say it.

Jesus pulled back a curtain and sunlight illuminated the room.

And I knew. Freedom reigned here for whom the Son sets free is free indeed.


That story was about an unbeliever, but even some believers have things that keep them from Jesus. They have places in their hearts and pieces of their lives that are reserved. They have nailed big signs on those parts of themselves that say “Do Not Enter, Jesus!” and they keep it that way.

They believe that keeping the distance is good. They think that holding onto parts of themselves is okay. But Jesus knocks at the door of their hearts and lives and says “Please let Me in.” He knows how hard it is to let go. He knows how hard it is to have to open a door to a place where He hasn't been. He knows what it will take to clean out the mess.
John 8: 36 Therefore if the Son makes you free, you shall be free indeed.

If Jesus has made you free, you are free.

But what about the door or doors? The ones that Jesus knocks on? Well, those are places...things that we call baggage. We all have it. We have to sift through it and clean it out. We have to throw away the trash and polish the good.

When Jesus comes knocking on your door, what are you going to do? Are you going to be like those who ignore Him? Are you going to be so excited and throw open the door and jump into His arms? Are you going to be a little shy?

Will your experience be like the person in my story? They crawled to the door with demons trying to pull them down, but they crawled. They made it to the door and with every ounce of strength left pulled the door open. And Jesus was there.

He's there. He's been knocking on some of our doors for a long time. He isn't angry. He's just waiting. He's very patient. He's wooing us to Him.

“Come. Come to me,” He says.

Knock. Knock. Knock. He's knocking on your door. He is calling your name. Maybe for the first time. Are you going to answer Him or ignore Him again?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

If you hear Jesus knocking, come to the altar. He is waiting for you. Open that door and let Him in.

Or if you'd just like to spend some time in prayer and worship, and you'd like to ask God to reveal to you any places that you haven't fully surrendered to Him, come to the altar.

If you need prayer or just need to talk, message one of us on the ministry team and we will be happy to help you in any way we can.

After the service, we'll have a time of fellowship in the room to your left. You all are welcome to come.

After you are finished at the altar, you are free to go. May God bless you as you answer the call as Jesus knocks on your door.