Knock

You get up from your cozy couch

While reclining in your living room, you hear the gentle rapping of knuckles on the front door. It is a subtle almost imperceptible knock. You get up from your cozy couch, curious to see who this could be? There are slim windows on either side of the door and you take a peak out of one of them, a quick before opening the door assessment prior to deciding, open, or not? In an instant, a shiver runs up your spine, raising the hair at the base of your neck. Your soul shudders. Your eyes though, they drink in the elegant, attractive figure standing on the other side of the still locked door. You linger there a fraction of a second too long and because you have stayed, your eyes meet theirs. The gaze is intense and there is a slight lifting at the corners of the mouth, a smile that feels incongruent with the coldness you see there, in the steady gaze of unblinking eyes. The staring eyes seem to penetrate, shooting into and through you. Once again, there is a shudder, a body shiver of terror. You are held captive by eyes that appear to see into you. There is intimacy without invitation. You feel violated. A too far too soon depth has been travelled. Who is this? What do they want? What is this frightened feeling about?

What the hell was that? Was that hatred?

You begin to turn your head, breaking eye contact and just before you do, you see a flash of expressed emotion there that horrifies your spirit. With heard pounding, you wonder at what you saw. Was that hatred? Was that utter and complete distain and disgust? What the hell was that? Shaking your head you feel dumbfounded, unsteady, shaky. As you turn from the window, you hear knuckles again making contact with the door. This time, there is insistence and what sounds ever so slightly, like a demand, "Hello", the voice says pleasantly, "won't you open the door? There is something I have to tell you. It will only take a moment of your time. Do let me in." In confusion, you sort what is happening and the question of sanity comes to you unbidden. Am I making a big deal out of nothing, you ask yourself. Telling yourself that your imagination has gotten the better of you, your hand reaches for and finds the lock. You take a moment to collect yourself, hand poised to pull back the barrel bolt. Just as you are about to unlock, you startle with the sound KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, followed by a gravelly voice that commands and than attempts to persuade, "LET ME IN!". You hear throat clearing, "I have something to tell you. It won't take but a moment of your time." The intensified rapping of knuckles against wood, coupled with the tone and intention in the voice start the jangle of alarm bells ringing in your head. With racing heart it becomes clear to you, that to open the door would be shear folly, a hazard to health and home. 

Who will you let in?

The devil, the one knocking at your door, he cannot come in unless, of course, you invite him. With subtly he attempts to woo and when this does not work, he will persist, persevere and become, petulant. You have heard him, seen him and perhaps, you have even said yes to his winning ways? He can be charming in his enticements and in weak indulgence, he has captivated many an unsuspecting victim. He is murderous and wily, the king of lies and his way with you means destruction in life, death for eternity.


We are always choosing, God or the devil

Let's face it dear one, we are all subject to the ways of the world with all of their shine and sparkle. He knows this because he too, wants what he wants without being willing to pay the high price of conviction. You are always choosing, God or the devil. The devil competes deviously and viciously for souls whilst God, invites us into reunion through communion with Him by way of Jesus, our Saviour. Don't be fooled, this is serious business. The mutilation and degradation of souls brings great malicious delight to the devil, especially if he can destroy families, one daddy, one mommy, one child at a time. How have you invited the devil in? How would you like to escort him out? Be honest now, your life and perhaps the lives of many, hang in the balance with the decisions you make. He cannot reach you if Jesus stands in your stead, dear reader. Stand behind The One to whom the devil must bow and you are protected. The devil, even the devil and his demons know who Jesus is "You believe that God is one; you do well. Even the demons believe-and shudder!" (James 2:19)

Who do you align with, dear one? Do you shudder at the thought of demons, or the thought of Jesus? Your answer, tells you to whom, you belong.