I've been in church my whole life, but I don't think I've ever actually invited Jesus in. I've performed Christianity well. I know the language. I serve on committees. But I'm not sure I've actually said yes to Jesus at the door of my heart.
That image of Christ knocking - not forcing, not breaking down the door, but knocking - something in me softens. Christ has been knocking for years. I've been too busy, too afraid, too defended to open.
I sat alone one morning and really opened. Not with words. Just opening. And the presence I felt wasn't dramatic. It was quiet and warm and like coming home to a place I didn't know I'd left.
Everything's different now. Not instantly. But I'm actually letting Jesus in instead of just letting him stand outside while I manage the church myself. And life is becoming actual.
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