The Knock You Don’t Want to Miss

He’s not knocking at the club,

Not at the crackhouse,

Not at the corner booth of some atheist café.

He’s knocking

on the door

of His own church.

“Behold, I stand at the door, and knock…”

Not the heart of a sinner.

The threshold of a sanctuary.

A place with a pulpit and pews—

but no presence.

He’s outside.

Because we kicked Him out.

We wanted sermons, not Scripture.

Influence, not intercession.

Programs, not presence.

And now He knocks.

Not gently.

Not shyly.

But with a holy authority

that shakes the hinges of your carefully curated religion.

We quote that verse

to get people “saved.”

But we ignore what it really says:

The church is the one who locked Him out.

And if she doesn’t answer,

He’ll leave her to her lukewarm delusion—

and spew her out.

Let Him in.

Before the knocking stops.

Before the candles go cold.

Before the King

walks away.