Ask, Seek and Knock
“So I say to you, Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, he who seeks finds and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.
Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead? Or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!”
“Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives; he who seeks finds and to him who knocks, the door will be opened.”
“Which of you, if his son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him! So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.”
He was tired. He could not speak anymore – the infection had ravaged his body. They gathered in the ICU around his bed each with their own thoughts and emotions. They were saying good-bye to a good man – a father, a father-in-law and grandfather – a mentor and teacher. There were thoughts of childhoods and others who had gone before – thoughts of life and death – of how each of them must at some point face this moment.
His faith in Jesus was never an issue. It was a strong and personal faith – a faith lived out in life – the kindnesses to neighbors, to those less fortunate – the friendships with the weak – the laughter with outcasts, not at them – a man of the church, of Sunday routine – a teacher of the lessons from scripture. A humble man yet with a rebellious streak – a human with flaws.
He did not shout his faith. He lived it.
His family said good-bye each in their own way. Some stayed. Others left. One, deeply grieved, took his own sons ice fishing as he waited for the phone call.
As the moments ticked down, the family was asked to leave the room so that the man could receive medical care. One returned to sit with him – the one who needed to see the transition from this life to eternity.
The ice fisherman was called to receive an update . . . and then the extraordinary happened. He started shouting . . . “Grab that line . . . Grab that one too . . . there goes another. All the lines were full – full of fish! They had not had one bite and then every single pole in every hole they had drilled had a fish.
At that precise moment, the one who was meant to be with the man walked into the room and reported the news of the man’s passing over into new life. The fisherman was told of his death . . . and he tried to grasp the enormity of what was happening . . . that on his father’s way to The Father, he had paused for a brief moment to pass on the gift to his son and to confirm God’s Spirit in his heart.
Ask and it will be given to you. Seek and you will find. Knock and the door will be opened! Remember. . . eternity meets us in this moment.
R. H. Loy