"Listen! I am standing at the door and knocking! If anyone hears my voice and opens the door I will come into his home and share a meal with him, and he with me."
I am an introvert. I am also very aware of my personal space and who enters in. I admit, I'm one of those people that will hide if I hear someone knocking at the door.
The deciding factor for who will come into my house is if this is friend.. or stranger.
Stranger? Neighbor kids, political/religious recruiters? I'm hiding.
Friend? You're in. I don't care what my house looks like or what I'm doing. You are welcome because you know me, know my heart for you, and won't judge the condition of the interior.
You're definitely in if you've brought pizza.
I like to think that this is the exact picture given here. Jesus is standing at my door, holding a few pizzas for me and the boys, knocking casually.. just waiting.
When I invite him in he doesn't look around in disgust. He doesn't even mention my mess or act like he notices. We eat pizza, hang out, watch some Food Network..
And then he helps me clean up.
Just like good friends.