It’s 4:00 P.M. and you suddenly remember that this was supposed to be the day that you were to leave work early to pick up your child from school at 2:45. But instead you sit squashed up next to an overly chatty carpool neighbour with less than acceptable breath and one on the other side who insists on lighting up inside a car that could easily give birth it’s so full. Your guts wrench tighter and tighter at every red light. You think horrible thoughts about the potential disasters which have befallen your child whose been doing who knows what on the school playground for well over an hour now. You wonder, not so quietly, whether these drivers have ever gone so slowly. You can just see the headlines: “Parents found negligent in child abuse case”.
All of those early morning prayer meetings, small group studies, extra services and church work you cram kicking and screaming into an already nightmarish schedule seem a mockery right now. You had hoped that, if nothing else, by sheer good attendance God might tip the scales in your favour and perhaps cut you some life changing wisdom – the kind that would help you not to be so criminally absent minded!
To make matters worse you realize that it was your turn to type up the minutes from the last Strata Association meeting, which, coincidentally, was tonight, mere minutes after you’ll sweep up your cold, bewildered child off the playground. Hopefully nobody suspects you for the insanely stupid person you feel like inside. Driving home from the playground, a totally carefree child now safely in tow, you’re mentally cataloguing every microwaveable item you have in the house. Perhaps if you linger for a few extra minutes in thanksgiving prayer God will add just a little food value to the popcorn (there‘s the vegetable), tater tots (the starch) and homemade milk shakes (and, there’s the dairy) your ecstatic children will ingest for their dinner.
Furthermore, to add insult to injury, wasn’t this going to be the year that, instead of blindly handing out the chocolate Easter eggs, you were going to read key Bible verses reminiscent of this season of Christ’s passion? What a way to convey your passion for Christ and for your family, right? You’d had such high Martha Stuart hopes for Easter time and yet you feel more like Erma Bombeck, or God forbid, Woody Allen.
It’s 12:10 A.M. Exhausted, you turn out the lights from a day of self-inflicted mishaps and sociopathic anxiety. A voice comes in the quiet just before sleep and whispers, “Behold, I stand at the door and knock.” And it occurs to you, that’s the point isn’t it?
Jesus came to seek out the weak, the forgetful, the exhausted, the worried, the chaotic. The empty tomb means that God is loose in the world; loose in your crazy, mixed up world. Can you hear the knocking, even over the din of your anxiety-ridden life? If so, answer the door.
God will most surely enter.