While in college, I used to pass by a house that had a van sitting outside. A large peace sign adorned the back window. I wondered about the van. I wondered about that house.
I had a dream about it. I walked up to the side door and looked inside. Jesus sat in the kitchen. He talked to the owners. I desperately wanted to go in, but couldn’t. I paced up and down the sidewalk. I tried to figure out how to get in. It became an obsession. There were doors, but for some reason I just couldn’t get to them. He must have felt my longing, because finally, Jesus came outside and met me.
I told him, “I want to come in.”
He said, “I know.”
I said, “But I can’t right now.”
He said, “I know…………but I’m willing to wait.”