I have good news to share with you today. I DID NOT DISAPPEAR. You may have thought along those lines, considering I haven’t posted a blog in over a month. Maybe you figured I was in an accident, or on a missing list, or perhaps that I was attacked by a flock of killer chickens?
The first two are unlikely, however the latter has some probability to it. Just ask the customers who went through a McDonald’s drive-thru in Washington Township, New Jersey on January 7, 2021. Yes indeed, a flock of chickens attacked customers while they were trying to place their orders. However they were subdued after a Police Officer tackled one of the perps to the ground.
Revenge over their fallen brethren?
Today though we aren’t talking about killer chickens, the unnatural shelf life of a McNugget, or the ethical side of animal products in fast food products. No, we have a more enticing topic/question to discuss today.
Who is knocking on your door?
Let’s dive right in.
“GROND, GROND, GROND!”
Did you Lord of the Rings lovers catch that title? I hope you did. For those of you who are not fans of J.R.R. Tolkien (I’ll pray for you🙏) that name was shouted in one of the most tense moments of The Return of the King movie. The main city gate of Minas Tirith is being assailed by the massive orc army of Mordor. Behind the gates lie the last remaining soldiers of Gondor, gathered together with spears lowered and shields raised to repel the enemy if they breach the gate.
After numerous attempts to break open the gate with a battering ram with the enemy corpses piling high, they bring up a massive, massive, battering ram shaped like a ravenous wolf’s head. It’s name…GROND.
Assailing the gate with an unnatural force and magic, the gate begins to give way. The timber and metal groaning from the heavy blows of this monstrous machine. Finally the ram breaks through and the siege turns into savage, hand to hand combat. I’ll let you watch the movie or read the book to see how it ends!
Here at the The Eason Clan, we have a GROND of our own. Albeit he is only 2 1/2 feet tall (around the same height as a small hobbit) and his appearance is much more lovable then the wolf’s head. In saying that though, he shares the likeness to the ram because his hammer blows on the poor wooden door to his bedroom also groans from his strikes. Meet out own battering ram.
0650hrs: *Thump. Thump. Thump.*
I roll over in bed, straightening my pillow and pulling up the sheet. Maybe he will stop? Just maybe? Quiet. The noise has stopped. After all, I am on my holidays, maybe the children might grace their father with a liiiitttllleee more sleep.
*BOOM, SMACK, BANG*
“DAD! DAD OPEN DOOR. DOOR CLOSED.” *BANG BANG BANG* “DADDDDD!!!!”
Nice thinking chum, you should’ve known better.
So it begins.
I’ll just grab him in a minute. Oh snap! The thought occurred to me: Benaiah is awake, and now Isaac. What about the other two? He is going to wake them! (Have you been there fellow parents, trying to keep one child from waking the rest?)
“Isaac stop. Play with your toys.” I said, in a hoarse whisper.
*BANG BANG BANG*
“Issac STOP. You’re going to wake Ava!”
Oh right, he is behind a door.
The banging continued as I put on my pants and got dressed. Time now was of the essence as his thumps and calls grew louder. My gosh is he ever persistent! (Got that from his mother. Hehe)
As I opened the door, there before me standing in the dark with a huge teddy bear in his hands, was my youngest child.
“Oh, hi Dad!” He said surprised, as if he wasn’t just trying to beat down his door. With a pat on his head we went downstairs and started to make breakfast. Ooo, my little battering ram.
The Persistent Knocker
In case you were wondering, Isaac did end up waking every other sibling in the house, so breakfast went from three to five within fifteen minutes. As the children sat outside eating their Cheerios at their picnic table, I started to read my bible. For those of you with small children, you know, it is not an easy thing to do. Either you have to wake up nice and early before everyone else or you can do it in the evening, or maybe you might even get a chance in the mid-day. However I find the early hours work best for me. No distractions. No screaming. Just…quiet.
Thanks to Isaac’s non-stop knocking, I didn’t have that alone time to start my day. In saying that thought, he is the very reason while I am writing this today. Sitting on the patio, listening to the children’s munching, I checked my YouVersion Bible App for today’s daily scripture. This was the verse.
“Look! I stand at the door and knock. If you hear my voice and open the door, I will come in, and we will share a meal together as friends.”Revelation 3:20
Man, that is too funny. Do I ever love it when the Bible verse for the day matches something I am going through exactly. The scripture above was written by the disciple John, from one of the visions he had from the Holy Spirit. Essentially the Lord is saying to the people in the church, that he is looking after them and watching over them, and telling them to come back to Him and He will take care of them. Put another way the scripture is basically saying “Open you heart, and I will come in and we will be together.”
After reading this I thought, what else does the Bible say about knocking on doors?
I found this. Just have a look.
Jesus teaching to the crowds, and he used this story: “Suppose you went to a friend’s house at midnight, wanting to borrow three loaves of bread. You say to him, ‘A friend of mine has just arrived for a visit, and I have nothing for him to eat.’ And suppose he calls out from his bedroom, ‘Don’t bother me. The door is locked for the night, and my family and I are all in bed. I can’t help you.’ But I tell you this- though he won’t do it for friendship’s sake, if you keep knocking long enough, he will give you whatever you need because of your shameless persistence. And so I tell you, keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you.”Jesus, Luke 11:5-9
Wow. So literally Isaac’s persistence got me out of bed, just like the person in the story who kept banging on the door until the guy came out of the bedroom and gave him the bread.
I leave this with you today.
If you are believing for something, don’t stop. If you are praying for someone, no matter how bad they might be acting or how much they have mistreated you, keep praying. If you are finding your job hard, and it seems like it’s not worth it, but yet you need the money so you can pay you bills, keep working and believe change will come.
Maybe your child isn’t listening or your teenager is being rebellious and you don’t know how much longer you can take it. Keep loving them and hold your ground, and keep being the parent who God called you to be.
I had a choice this morning. I could have started my day off being crooked because my 2 year old decided to use his door as a communication device, using a messed up version of Morse Code. . . . — ..—-…….—….
Or I could be happy knowing that I have a beautiful son (who drives me crazy at times) banging on his door, because he wants to start his day and be loved. That my friends, is a start to a good day.
(Do any of you know where I can get padding for a 6ft door?😜)
I hope you have a great weekend.