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DON’T STOP KNOCKING
I was awakened from sleep one night.
By somebody knocking at the door.
Sleepily I turned on my light.
And put my feet on the floor.
Carefully I climbed down each stair
Rounded a corner – I was almost there.
But just before I opened the door.
The person gave up and knocked no more.
A man was praying to the Lord
For something he wanted so dear
But after a while he thought to himself.
‘Maybe God doesn’t care.’
Broken hearted he got off his knees.
Thinking ‘God won’t ever answer my pleas’
And just before God would have opened the door.
That man gave up and ‘knocked’ no more.
Don’t stop knocking! Don’t you quit!!
God WILL answer- when He sees fit.
And though you’re discouraged just kneel down and pray.
God might answer today.
In the Bible we are told to cast on God our care.
If we pray in Jesus’ name -God will answer our prayer.
Some times the answer he gives is –wait.
And sometimes it is –no.
But don’t quit praying…don’t give up!
Until the answer you know.
This poem is by Laura Lauridsen who is a 17 year old girl from New Zealand.
He almost didn’t see the old lady stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn’t look safe. He looked poor and hungry.
He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill only fear can put in you.
He said, “I’m here to help you, ma’am. Why don’t you wait in the car where it’s warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson.”
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But, he had to get dirty, and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn’t thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, “And think of me.”
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat and take the chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn’t erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then, she remembered Bryan.
After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a one hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her one hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin. There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: “You don’t owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I’m helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you.”
Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.
Well, there were tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it?
With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard…
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, “Everything’s gonna be all right. I love you, Bryan Anderson.”
There was once a bridge which spanned a large river. During most of the day the bridge sat with its length running up and down the river paralleled with the banks, allowing ships to pass through freely on both sides of the bridge. But at certain times each day, a train would come along and the bridge would be turned sideways across the river, allowing a train to cross it.
A switch man sat in a small shack on one side of the river where he operated the controls to turn the bridge and lock it into place as the train crossed. One evening as the switch man was waiting for the last train of the day to come; he looked off into the distance through the dimming twilight and caught sight of the train lights. He stepped to the control and waited until the train was within a prescribed distance when he was to turn the bridge. He turned the bridge into position, but, to his horror, he found the locking control did not work. If the bridge was not securely in position it would wobble back and forth at the ends when the train came onto it, causing the train to jump the track and go crashing into the river. This would be a passenger train with many people aboard. He left the bridge turned across the river, and hurried across the bridge to the other side of the river where there was a lever switch he could hold to operate the lock manually. He would have to hold the lever back firmly as the train crossed. He could hear the rumble of the train now, and he took hold of the lever and leaned backward to apply his weight to it, locking the bridge. He kept applying the pressure to keep the mechanism locked. Many lives depended on this man’s strength.
Then, coming across the bridge from the direction of his control shack, he heard a sound that made his blood run cold. “Daddy, where are you?” His four-year-old son was crossing the bridge to look for him. His first impulse was to cry out to the child, “Run! Run!” But the train was too close; the tiny legs would never make it across the bridge in time. The man almost left his lever to run and snatch up his son and carry him to safety. But he realized that he could not get back to the lever. Either the people on the train or his little son must die. He took a moment to make his decision.
The train sped safely and swiftly on its way, and no one aboard was even aware of the tiny broken body thrown mercilessly into the river by the onrushing train. Nor were they aware of the pitiful figure of the sobbing man, still clinging tightly to the locking lever long after the train had passed. They did not see him walking home more slowly than he had ever walked: to tell his wife how their son had brutally died.
Now if you comprehend the emotions which went this man’s heart, you can begin to understand the feelings of our Father in Heaven when He sacrificed His Son to bridge the gap between us and eternal life. Can there be any wonder that He caused the earth to tremble and the skies to darken when His Son died? How does He feel when we speed along through life without giving a thought to what was done for us through Jesus Christ?
A group of tourists bound for a certain ancient city, were in conversation with some men in their compartment, also going there, and who appeared to be citizens of that place. Many questions were asked. As they approached their destination, they saw a great castle, in an extensive park surrounded by the waters of a beautiful river. “Who lives there?” asked the visitors. With a wide sweep of his hands, one citizen answered, “The Lord who owns all this country.” “Can we visit the castle?” “Oh yes,” replied the same man. “It is open to every one.” “Not at all,” contradicted another citizen and went on, “At the entrance to the bridge is a warning, ‘Trespassers will be prosecuted,’ and at the entrance to the castle, another, ‘Beware of Dogs’.” The first citizen asked mockingly, “Have you seen these warning boards yourself?” “No, but the king’s servants say so, and the guide book tells the same.” The first citizen asked mockingly, “Have you seen these warning boards yourself?” “No, but the king’s servants say so, and the guide book tells the same.” The first citizen spoke laughingly, “I don’t believe the servants, and I don’t believe the guide book either. Reason tells me that all people should be free to see the castle and walk in the park.” The second citizen retorted, “In case the servants and the guide book tell the truth, it will go bad with us.” The first citizen answered, “Who has seen the king? Who knows that those servants are really his? Does this guide book truly show his instructions? Anyway, we believe the king is kind. Will such a ruler really punish so terribly those who break his rules?” A third citizen spoke, ” I feel the servants are either knaves or idiots. Our ideals are equality, and possessing all things in common. In accordance with human rights we need no permission to see the castle or its grounds.” The second citizen said again, “What’s there in applying for permission to the king’s son, his only son and heir, who is managing everything for his father? We need not run any risk?” The first citizen said in a bantering tone, “Yes. And it seems, if we keep close to the prince he will protect us from the fangs of those blood hounds. Is it not sheer nonsense? Nobody speaks about a queen, the lady of the castle. Whence comes this prince then? Whoever that young man may be, he can be no more son to the king than you or I.” they talked on in that strain.
When they arrived at the city, the tourists went aside to discuss what they had heard. Each bought a guide book. “This is a mystery,” said they. “This guide book clearly confirms that the second citizen said.” One tourist spoke: “But the fact remains, that not one of those fellows has been anywhere near the bridge, to be sure of what he says. Those who warn us seem to take for granted, whatever the servants or this guide book says.” A second tourist answered, “What need for such personal experience? Does not reason say, that in this 20th century, no king or prince can claim an exclusive right to his property? This is the age of democracy. The people’s voice is the voice of God. The subjects should be consulted for making rules.” The citizens had not really dispersed. These came up, and offered to conduct the visitors to the castle.The tourists were extremely pleased. “Throwaway those
books. They are not a guide really. Trust us,” they said. The first tourist clutched his guidebook to his bosom, and refused to follow the citizens. One or two more of them did the same. “Poor fools,” thought their companions, and told them before they set out, that they would soon rejoin them at the hotel where they had booked their rooms. A few of the citizens also refused to make the venture saying, that they were not so sure that the guidebooks were wrong, after all.
The party which had so rashly set out, decided to do the castle first, and then to saunter in the park, and lunch in the restaurant -if there was one there.Then, as if doing the visitors an honor, the citizens asked the tourists to enter the gate first. But as soon as the unfortunate men stepped in, with hellish howls a pack of bloodhounds fell on them. Seeing this, the citizens took to their heels the guards who had been shadowing them all the way, ‘arrested those and hand-cuffed them immediately. The sentinels at the gate drew back the dogs before they tore the intruders into pieces, and handed over the bleeding tourists also to be handcuffed. They were all hauled up before the prince who sat on his judgment seat. The wounded strangers were asked whether they had not read their guidebooks. “But our friends who are very learned and respectable citizens and experts, were of the opinion that all people were free to visit here,” they answered. “But what does the guide book issued under my seal, in my father’s name, say? Don’t you know that this is my father’s property and he can make what rules he likes about it; and that I go by my own published word, and not according to the opinions of your learned men? The word that I have spoken, the same shall judge; and not those who reject me and receive not my words. Had you contacted me, I would have done all the needful, and you would have been my father’s guests. Now you have to pay the utmost penalty for ignoring my commandments.” The guard took the whole party and threw them into a dark and deep dungeon from which they could never, never escape.
This is only a parable. But it illustrates the truth about the Kingdom of God. It is God’s own domain, and we can enter it only on His own terms and conditions.Our own ideas, imaginations and plans will not work there. God has declared and proclaimed in His Word, the Holy Bible, the conditions for admission into His Kingdom, and has put up clear warnings of the doom of those who reject or ignore His commandments. He will go by His Word on the Judgment Day, and the Bible will be the witness against unbelievers who will with crooked teachings keep people from recognizing their sins, from repenting for their sins, and from going to the Lord Jesus Christ for salvation.
Paul says, “But though we, or an angel from heaven, preach any other gospel unto you than that which we have preached unto you, let him be accursed” (Gal. 1:8). The Son of God, our Savior the Lord Jesus says, “I am the way, the truth,and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me” (John 14:6). Now, DEATH is going to carry you off some day, sure and certain. Then you will find yourself in ETERNITY. Is it safer for you to trust your Creator, Who knows what He says, and is anxious to save you from everlasting damnation, or to put your trust in the miserable theories and opinions of men like yourself, who can neither save you, nor themselves from the just wrath of God? “For many deceivers are entered into the world, who confess not that Jesus Christ is come in the flesh…If there come any unto you, and bring not this doctrine, receive him not into your house, neither bid him God speed”(2 John 1:10).