“Ask, and you will receive.
Search, and you will find.
Knock, and the door will be opened for you.
Everyone who asks will receive.
The one who searches will find,
and for the one who knocks, the door will be opened.”
Matthew 7:7-8
I have known this verse since I was a child. Sometimes the most familiar things lose their meaning. Today, this was one of those moments….
What strikes me today is the gentleness of the tone of the passage. Yet, there is power behind each phrase….There is a Response following each one-word instruction. The Response is from God. There is a tenderness here. There is a Listening Ear.
It’s the way a child would be spoken to….taught something very simple, very basic. The simple repetition of each, and the subtle re-wording is as a teacher would use when speaking with a child.
What if it’s this simple? Uncomplicated? Clear and straightforward?
There is One on the other side of the Door, ready to open it. Ready to give what we need. Ready to reveal what we can’t find. . . . He’s just on the other side of the Door.
Ask………… Search…………. Knock



I leaned over his little sleepy form to kiss him good-bye. My time in the desert was coming to an end, but his would continue for another week. For the first time, my child’s children were meeting the S** refugees who have become so much a part of our family’s life.
The four-year-old little Saharawi girl had just opened her gift from the American visitors: a pretty baby doll wearing a blue dress. With a squeal, she immediately darted out of the tent as fast as her little legs could take her, waving her new doll overhead. “Look what WE got!!!! Look what WE got!” she announced to all her little neighborhood friends. They came from every neighboring tent, all excited to touch and hold this treasure from a far-away land.
Charcoal embers glow in the blackened fire pot. Wrapped in thick blankets and jackets, the circle of friends huddle close on an old worn rug, sharing the warmth this cold desert night. Their hands cup the little glasses of hot, sweet tea with its added milk and spices. Sweet comfort. It’s hardly enough to stave off the cold of the desert, but the gentle conversation, chuckles, and stories create a cushion of warmth among friends this dark winter’s night. A million stars sparkle overhead…a vast umbrella arching above the sea of tents.