I love this scripture! The thought of Jesus dining with me melts my heart. Such a lovely truth. Your images are beautiful, and your blog is inviting. So glad I followed you at The Weekend Brew. Many blessings to you today, new friend!
That would be a real treat, doncha think? Love it. And you…miss you and would love to have the Lord put a lunch together with us and Him. Bless you. Hope you smile; that’s what counts.
Lynn D. Morrisseysays
Oh how I love this verse, Sandy, and I agree with Julie: it’s heart-melting, because it connotes such intimacy. I’ve had the rare privilege of seeing two of Holman Hunt’s famous paintings of this scene–one in London at St. Paul’s Cathedral and the other in the Chapel at Keeble College, Oxford. Actually the latter is where the original is. When one studies this painting, one is transformed by the poignancy and depth of it. There stands Christ the King robed in white robes of righteousness, crowned with thorns, and. as the Light of the World, holding a lantern. The door hinges are rusty, and the entranceway overgrown with brambles and thorns. There is no handle. The painting is eerily dark, save the lantern and glow about Christ’s face–almost as if He were illuminated from within. The only way He’ll gain entrance is if the door is opened from the inside. The question always is: Will I open my heart’s door to the King? Will any of us?
I love this scripture! The thought of Jesus dining with me melts my heart. Such a lovely truth. Your images are beautiful, and your blog is inviting. So glad I followed you at The Weekend Brew. Many blessings to you today, new friend!
That would be a real treat, doncha think? Love it. And you…miss you and would love to have the Lord put a lunch together with us and Him. Bless you. Hope you smile; that’s what counts.
Oh how I love this verse, Sandy, and I agree with Julie: it’s heart-melting, because it connotes such intimacy. I’ve had the rare privilege of seeing two of Holman Hunt’s famous paintings of this scene–one in London at St. Paul’s Cathedral and the other in the Chapel at Keeble College, Oxford. Actually the latter is where the original is. When one studies this painting, one is transformed by the poignancy and depth of it. There stands Christ the King robed in white robes of righteousness, crowned with thorns, and. as the Light of the World, holding a lantern. The door hinges are rusty, and the entranceway overgrown with brambles and thorns. There is no handle. The painting is eerily dark, save the lantern and glow about Christ’s face–almost as if He were illuminated from within. The only way He’ll gain entrance is if the door is opened from the inside. The question always is: Will I open my heart’s door to the King? Will any of us?