Holy Week

It is interesting that as we are creeping our way towards Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and Easter, that I am reading about the birth of Christ in the book of Luke.

Today I was reading about two characters that we don't talk much about. Simeon and Anna. They both encounter Jesus as a baby. And they both proclaim that he will bring redemption and salvation. We're talking about a baby here...really?

What incredible faith.

As I was thinking about that, attempting to picture it in my head, the FedEx man was knocking on my neighbor's door. And my mind was filled with new images.

Make the jump with me.

Jesus comes to my door. I let him in. Do I recognize Him? Am I humble enough to lower myself to my knees and worship Him? Here. For real.

I wish I could say it was easy to picture and my heart leapt with joy just thinking about it. The truth? I couldn't even picture it. I couldn't picture myself on the floor of my home at the feet of a man. At the feet of Jesus. Even after so many years of attempting to follow Him. My mind drew a blank.

My prayer this Holy week is that God would move my faith from my head to my heart as He has done so many times before. And that from there, it would pollute my whole life.

Good Friday. The Cross. The silence of Saturday. Easter. Resurrection Sunday.

I stand at the door and knock. Revelations 3:20.