The Door Man

As I sit at the kitchen table drinking my coffee I hear a door close down the hall…then another…then another. I know my son is up. Zach believes that doors are meant to be closed. I assume that in his logic there is no point to a door if it is standing open. It only performs its purpose of dividing space if it is pulled closed. I can’t argue with his reasoning.
Zach is also the official energy conservation warden in our home. He dutifully turns off lights when not in use. Actually, he turns them off whether in use or not. On several occasions I have been in the bathroom when a little hand appears. It reaches in, turns off the light, and closes the door leaving me in the darkness. It really gets interesting in our house when his brother is the one in the bathroom when Zach decides to save a little electricity. Micah doesn’t like the dark so he will start yelling. But Zach is unfazed. He has a job to do and he’s going to do it.
So this is the daily routine in our house. Someone will walk into a room and leave the door open. Zach comes and turns out the light and closes the door. Then the family member will leave the room, and Zach will return to close the door again (and turn off the light if it was left on). Over and over again this happens. And no matter how many times he’s already done it in the day, Zach is there to turn off the lights and shut the door again.
If I were Zach I would have lost it a long time ago. I would have been yelling something along the lines of, “HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I GOT TO TELL YOU TO TURN OFF THE LIGHTS AND CLOSE THE DOOR!? WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU!? WHY CAN’T YOU REMEMBER TO DO THIS SIMPLE LITTLE THING!? THIS IS THE LAST TIME I AM GOING TO TELL YOU!” But of course it wouldn’t be the last time.
But Zach never loses his cool. He just goes and closes the door again.
That’s what God does. It doesn’t matter how many times I sin, he’s ready to forgive again. I can vow never to mess up like that again and the next day be guilty of the same trespass. And God just covers the sin again. Time and time again I fall, and he returns to pick me up.