โFor everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.โ
โญโญMatthewโฌ โญ7โฌ:โญ8โฌ โญNIVโฌโฌ
I see now that this is all inclusive. Previous to todayโs reading of this scripture Iโve incorrectly interpreted a multiple choice response. Itโs not.
Iโm pondering just now something very uncomfortable. Jesus said that itโs all three – seeking, asking and knocking.
There it is. That all inclusive word – and

I sit this morning and wonder if this is yet another opportunity to learn? Because seeking is fairly natural to me, but should I practice the art of asking?
Furthermore, should I be learning to knock on closed doors? At my age, do I really need to learn this? If Jesus says this is an all inclusive activity then my answer to the uncomfortable is yes. Thereโs certainly more for me to learn regardless of age.
Asking questions of others is something I began learning with great angst in childhood. Though I thought the discipline would end with my parents prodding, the learning continued all the way through college accounting studies and into my first career as an auditor. The practice did not come naturally. Learning to speak up in an audible voice and ask something of another person was a painful chore.
Auditors ask so many questions. And eventually, as a part of my duties I would need to approach the door of someone possessing a higher rank with so many questions.
As I circle back around to ponder this Scripture, I realize that knocking was the greatest obstacle I faced. As my brain clicks through so many more memory pictures of opportunities and doors, I think I have to admit that I have never really overcome the fear of knocking on a closed door.
To think, even at my age, about approaching the door of someone who holds greater authority with the idea of asking for something, that causes my knees to knock rather than my hand on their door!

And so there I have it. Who holds greater authority than God?
I have for so many years eagerly sought Him. And I admit that I have quite often asked for a lot from Him. I realize as a result of my pondering time that perhaps I perceive of God as having office hours?
Perhaps somewhere deep in my belief system I view God as having open door times and closed door times. Iโm not sure why or how I came to believe this, but today at 60 years old I sense a freedom to knock.
The words of Jesus read more today as an invitation than a barrier. I view his words as permission rather than a confrontation.
โHere I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with Me.โ
โญโญRevelationโฌ โญ3โฌ:โญ20โฌ โญNIVโฌโฌ
How about you? How do you read Christโs words? I hope you are more free than me to seek, ask and knock anticipating complete acceptance from the Lord. And yet, I pray we all maintain a reverence at this doorway.
For our God is Holy.
Thereโs no one greater than God. Yet Jesus invites us in to sit at His table. He invites us to seek His majesty and to ask of Him with believing that He is the answer for everything we want and need.
Eyes on Jesus and Shine,
Lisa


Thank you so much for taking time to read my words and comment. I bless you with eyes on Jesus and shining His glory.
Lisa
I pray that I will always be in a posture of humility to ask, seek, and knock to our Heavenly Father. Thank you for your words…your #fmf17 neighbor.
That makes me smile. Eyes on Jesus and Shine!
Lisa
You have given me something to think about that I hadn’t pondered before.
Thank you for stopping in and pondering with me๐ป
I’m left pondering whether I’ve viewed the Ask/Seek/Knock as options rather than inclusive. I’d say seeking comes more naturally to me than asking or knocking, but it’s a good discipline to practice all of the above! Visiting from FMF#6
โa case of beer to he who brings
to me a cutting torch.
Jesus, I need You, I do,
do have a care, Iโm coming through!โ
The best line ever about trying to get to Jesus!!๐๐๐ป
Christ is behind Door Number One;
He says to knock, dude, but instead
I will take off at the run,
launch myself, and use my head
to splinter all that plywood
and face the Face of real.
Of course it would sure be good
if that door wasn’t steel.
If it is, there’s other things
to do (won’t be left in the lurch);
a case of beer to he who brings
to me a cutting torch.
Jesus, I need You, I do,
do have a care, I’m coming through!