I took my dog for a walk today and I noticed a woman at the top of my street. I watched as she went to a neighbor’s door. It was only a moment later that I saw her on the street again, headed for the next house. Oh, I thought, it must be a Jehovah’s Witness visiting all the houses on my street. How can I get back to my house without her seeing me so that I can hide when the doorbell rings?
And then, I had another thought……this woman is walking in the cold and ringing doorbells to spread the Good News. How dare I be unkind to a child of God who believes so much that she is willing to spend her time on foot risking doors being slammed in her face. Just who do I think that I am?
Yes, my beliefs may be different, but that doesn’t really matter. What is important is that we both love the Lord and so, we must love each other.
I met her outside, halfway up my very long driveway, and we had a very pleasant chat. She extended an invitation to a couple of meetings that they were having. I politely took the literature and wished her a good day. She seemed so happy to have someone treat her with kindness.
I walked back to my house with tears in my eyes. How could I not be touched by such pure and simple faith?
I thank God for the people who pound the pavements, feed the poor, service the lonely, and care for the sick. They are Jesus’ hands and feet in the world.
Today I opened my door to one of His faithful servants, I opened the door to Him.