Knock, knock?

(08.18.21–The Power To Be Good –Ephesians 1:19-20)


My friend, may I ask you a question? His power ought also to cause us to confront sin in our life and knock it down to size. Whose home in you today? Is Jesus there?


My friend, Life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day.

I'm M. Clifford Brunner.



Recently I overheard a young man in the hallway of our office building let fly with a swear word. He was waiting to get into a locked office and his impatience became verbal. As I turned the corner and came into view, his countenance changed quickly and he became tight lipped. I smiled and then did something that surprised him and me, for that matter. "That was a fine curse I just heard." I said. "I imagine you've many other fine examples of cuss words? Perhaps you might wish to share." "Oh, no," he said with embarrassment. His eyes caught the Christian tie I was wearing and he began to blush. "I can't do that." "Sure you can," I replied. "Let 'er fly." "No!" When I asked why, he replied, "Are you a pastor or something? I can't cuss in front of you." "Well," I said, "I'm not. But, if you're ashamed to cuss in front of a pastor, why aren't you ashamed to do it in front of Him?" I pointed behind him. He turned his head nervously. "Who?" "Jesus Christ." I said. "He's standing right there and He's always with you." The young man got my point.


Here's a story: The great reformer, Martin Luther, was well known for his practical jokes and pranks. However, this particular story may, perhaps, be categorized as neither. It seems that a peddler, not familiar with what Luther looked like, visited the Reformer's Wittenberg home one day. The sign at the doorway indicated that it was indeed the home of Martin Luther. So, when he knocked on the door and an imposing figure in a black cloak and cap answered the door, the peddler naturally and innocently asked the question, "Am I speaking with Martin Luther?" Luther looked at the unassuming peddler and politely stated, "No." The two looked at each other for a moment whereupon the peddler then asked, "Well, is Heir Luther home?" Luther responded again, "No, I'm sorry. He is not home." The peddler now fell back to the only question l