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Topic: Write for the BIOGRAPHICAL Genre (12/04/14)
TITLE: A Knock at the Door
By Wanda Draus
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Even so, there it was. A knock at the door.
My mom was greeted by a large man, introducing himself as Mr. Matheny or as we came to know him later; Brother Matheny. He was canvassing the neighborhood for his church, and asked my mom if there were any young people in the house. He told her about the Sunday school program and the fantastic youth program that was planning an upcoming horse back riding event. There was even a church bus that picked up the kids for Sunday school.
My sister was a young teen and I was around nine years old at the time. We had moved from the south and living in Chicago; coming to the windy city when I was only two weeks old. Although my mom attended church when she would visit my grandparents in Tennessee, we did not attend any church in Chicago,all those years.
My mom in today’s term, would be considered a helicopter parent; a parent that hovers over their children, with one exception, she never landed. I know it had a lot to do with living in a big city without family that she kept us close limiting very few activities outside of school.
My sister didn’t think there was any possibility my mom would agree to letting her attend this church even with all of her pleading. Much to my sister’s amazement our mom let her go. Even after all these years we knew it had to have been divine intervention.
Soon my sister was asking my mom if she could bring me and before long there we were the three of us going to church. Shortly after that my brother who never wanted to go to church for fear of someone asking him to pray or speak, started attending as well.
I loved everything about this wonderful small neighborhood church. From it’s Oak pews to the alter where every Sunday we were told of a Savior who loved us and died for us to my Sunday school class where I learned about the great heroes and heroines of the bible; Joseph, Esther, and David.
A few years later when I was thirteen, I answered another knock at the door. I accepted Christ as my Savior. Jesus tells us that he stands at the door knocking at the heart of sinners for repentance. Graciously, He waits for us to open the door so He can come in and dine. In Matthew Henry’s commentary, he states beautifully about Jesus knocking at the door, “If what He finds would make up a poor feast, what Jesus brings will make up the deficiency; He will give fresh supplies of graces and comforts, and thereby stir up fresh acts of faith, love and delight.”
I sometimes look back and think, what if? What if Mr. Matheny never knocked on our door? What if, my mom never let my sister go on the church bus? I don’t ponder too long there. At the end of the day I’m thankful for a sister who loved us enough to want us to go to church with her and most importantly I’m thankful for God who allowed the Holy Spirit to work in the lives of my mom and Mr. Matheny.
Over fifty years later I am blessed to be loved by Jesus, I am blessed with a mom and sister who live their lives for Christ, and a godly brother who has been a minister for over 30 years.
“I stand at the door and knock if any man hears my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will eat with him, and he with me.” Revelation 3:20
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