“Here 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 him, and he with me.”
—Revelation 3:20



“Knock, knock.”

“Who’s there?”

“Jesus.”

“Jesus who?”

“I was afraid you’d say that.”

“Jesus who?” I hope none of my readers would answer Jesus that way. I hope my readers would throw the door open wide and invited Jesus in to stay. Many already have! But for those of you who haven’t, do we need a daily look at the obit’s to tell us time is short?

Revelation 3:20 says, “If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in…” How fantastic is that? Jesus is knocking, which shows how much He wants a relationship with us. But we must also do our part—OPEN THE DOOR! 

While some of us may not actually say, “Jesus Who?”— a lot of us are living our lives like we don’t know who Jesus is. This makes God so sad. We accept His blessings without returning praise or otherwise showing that any impact was made. 

Remember the old question: “If you were on trial for being a Christian, would there be enough evidence to convict you?” It’s a good thing to ask ourselves, and what better time than now?

Jesus gave His all for us to have a relationship with the Father, and He invites us to open the door. It begins with a simple, “OK, Jesus. I’ll let you in.” 

We just celebrated Easter, and I’m sorry to break it to some people, but this holiday is not about bunnies or chocolate. We do our children a terrible disservice if that’s all we teach them. Yes, spring is about rebirth. GOD’S rebirth, you know, God, the Creator of the seasons? And rebirth as in a new life in Christ.

The way we celebrate major holidays reminds me how hypocritical it is when people want to talk about God ONLY at funerals. When someone dies, it’s everybody on board for God. 

“All Aboard!!!!!”

But in our daily round? We make up our own rules for living, our own theologies. It would be funny if it weren’t so sad. I hear people say things like, “I was talking to a stray cat the other day, and I thought it was mom. You know, she always took in a stray cat.”

Well, Mom passed six years ago, and she wasn’t a believer. Now she’s a cat. Or she’s “in a better place” or something…We don’t need to ponder this too hard, do we? Because it’s all good, right?

This is a totally non-Biblical thinking, and I’m totally non-politically correct (PC) for pointing it out. But the last time I checked, Jesus wasn’t PC either. So there’s that…


WHY do we make up our own theologies instead of believing what Jesus taught? 

We can’t bear to think of our loved ones in hell. It’s that simple. Our minds play tricks… or more accurately, we believe Satan’s lies. Chiefly this old one from the Garden of Eden:  that there is no hell. “You will not surely die,” Satan says to Eve in Genesis 3:4. 

She goes for it, and many of us are still going for it today. It’s so appealing to our flesh that a no-hell doctrine is a basic tenant of many cults (Christian Scientists, Jehovah’s Witnesses, etc.). It allows us to not surrender our wills to God with no fear of consequences. No change required…it’s simply, “I’m OK; you’re OK.”

Please re-think!

Well, I hope this hasn’t been too heavy for you. It’s what God put on my heart for this time and place. I want you to know there is tremendous life and HOPE in a changed life for Christ. It is not to be feared, but embraced. It is JOY UNSPEAKABLE (1 Peter 1:8)!

Journey Along,

Beckie