A friend told me their child had decided to “give God a try.”  People who give God a try are us desperate doubters who, when all else fails, have a shred of hope that maybe the God thing will work. That sounds like faith the size of a mustard seed to me. Jesus doesn’t need an engraved invitation because He will meet us where we are. I envision His foot going into the cracked door of that child’s heart like a persistent vacuum salesman.

When I was a kid, Mom let a Kirby salesman get his foot in our door, and he coaxed her into allowing him to give a demonstration of his product. He began sucking things out of our rugs we couldn’t believe were there. Next came the crevice cleaner for the nooks and crannies we thought were clean. He put on his shampoo attachment for his finale and shampooed the rug. She was sold when he showed mom the dirty water he had extracted. By the time he left, he had cleaned our house just to show us the efficacy of his product. I think God is like that. I imagine He enjoys rolling up His sleeves and cleaning up our hearts and lives.

Last week was the 17th anniversary of my sobriety and Christian birthday. My sobriety and salvation were co-occurring events in a jail cell after I’d been arrested on meth charges. When I was arrested and learned I was facing 10 years in Federal prison, it made me desperate enough to “give God a try.”  That was all it took. His foot went into the door of my heart, and He started the cleaning process!

I often wish I had people here that knew me before Jesus got ahold of me. That way, they could attest that I am speaking the truth when I talk about what a trainwreck I was. I was a hollow shell of a human being that buried my insecurities and yearnings for real love under drugs, alcohol, and promiscuity. The worst part was that I didn’t even know how much pain I was in because I was self-medicating, so I wouldn’t feel. I thought God probably didn’t exist, but if He did, I imagined Him as a Cosmic fun-sucker who wouldn’t let me party anymore. The biggest surprise of all this is that I have so much more fun now than I ever did back then!

I thank Jesus regularly for my arrest. It turned this doubter into a desperate doubter who was willing to give Him a try. Then, He got His foot in the door of my heart, and the transformation began.

A song by the band Carrollton named Rebuilder sums up the change process we go through, even us desperate doubters, when we open the door of our hearts. It goes like this: “Through the rubble and the wreckage, I’d forgotten who I was. You reached out for my hand and found me in the dust. My soul had given up. You wouldn’t leave me undone. Rebuilder, my walls were crumbling. Restorer, you brought the light into the room and filled my lungs so I could learn to breathe again. My shelter, my warmth on the coldest night. My helper, you held me up ’till I could stand on the promise that You are rebuilding me.”

If your life is going well and you don’t think you need Jesus, just wait; that moment will come. Life has a way of evening the playing field. But why not open the door for Him now? Give Him a try.  Let Him get His foot in there and pull His crevice cleaner out. You have nothing to lose but some hidden grime!

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