
Friday, March 2, 2001
Listen! I am standing at the door, knocking; if you hear my voice and open the
door, I will come in to you and eat with you, and you with me.
Marianne tugged on Phar's reins, and he refused to move. Marianne was beginning to get a bad
feeling. She became more forceful and tugged and slapped Phar with the reins. Then he moved all
right. He swung around, and with both hind feet, bashed in the door! Glass flew down the inside
stairs, the metal grillwork caved in. At that point, Marianne was sweating bullets and was just
about to beat a hasty retreat when, from inside the house, she heard Mrs. McLinden call to her
husband, "Bud, I think there's someone at the door."
"I could have strangled Phar," says Marianne. "Instead, I helped Mr. and Mrs. McLinden clean up
the glass, promised to pay for the door and got out of there. My reputation, however, soon was
widespread throughout the county: 'If Marianne Siebert comes to visit, be sure and get there after
the first knock, or she'll kick in your door.'"
We often speak of opportunity knocking. Someone has said that if opportunity came disguised as
temptation, one knock would be enough. That may be so. We also think of Christ standing at the
door knocking. The only handle is on the inside. He does not crash down the door. We must open
it ourselves.
(Revelation 3:20
NRSV)
One spring afternoon not long after she and her new husband John moved into the community,
Marianne Siebert of Florence, Kansas, decided to visit their elderly neighbors, the McLindens, a
mile and a half up the road. The weather was perfect so Marianne saddled her 12-year-old
Arabian stallion. Upon arrival, she dismounted and, reins in hand, approached the back door.
Apparently, her neighbor had polished the glass in the storm door, because it shone like a mirror.
Marianne knocked twice and waited with her horse, Phar, at her shoulder. She decided her
neighbors weren't home and started to leave when she noticed that Phar was staring at the gray
stallion in the glass with fascination. He squealed and pawed. So did the other stallion. He was
staring, of course, at his own reflection.
Lord Jesus, please keep knocking on the door of my heart. Amen.
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