The front door of our church doesn’t have a doorknob. Instead, it has a handle with a small thumb latch above it. To open the door, you have to depress the thumb latch until it clicks and pull. That’s all. Easy, right?
Unless you were Cole this morning.
As he and I walked up the steps to the front door, he ran ahead to open the door. He grabbed the door handle and pulled. The door didn’t budge. He pulled again, then noticed the thumb latch. Placing his thumb on the latch, he tried to push it down, but didn’t have the thumb strength necessary to activate the locking mechanism.
“I think it’s locked,” he said as he continued to pull and pull to no avail.
I reached down and moved his thumb out of the way, placing my thumb in its place. I pushed down and heard the click.
“Now pull it,” I told him.
He pulled the door, and it opened wide. He looked up at me with a big grin.
To me, this is a picture of what salvation is. In fact, Jesus used the imagery of a door in Revelation: “Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and will dine with him, and he with me” (Revelation 3:20).
Since we have been invited — actually, commanded — to take part in the salvation experience (Matthew 28:18-20), it could be said by telling someone about Jesus Christ, we are in a way helping them open the door of their heart in order for Jesus to come in.
Don’t misunderstand me: I’m not saying WE save them — only Jesus does that. But as we proclaim the gospel message, we are making people aware of their sinfulness, of their need for a savior, that Jesus is the savior, and they must respond to him.
I can think of no greater privilege and honor — especially since Cole hasn’t accepted Christ as his savior yet. But you can believe as his father, I’m going to take every opportunity I can to tell him about Jesus, to tell him how he can be saved and to help him know what he must do to open that door.
But in the end, it’s his decision to open it.
The Rev. Parrish Myers is a local minister living in Braselton. His column appears biweekly in Sunday Life and on gainesvilletimes.com/life.