The city where we lived was well known for its deteriorated conditions. Our neighborhood was still fairly nice, but changes were occurring rapidly. Police were ill equipped to deal with problems.
On a weekday morning my wife and I had just awakened and were still lying in bed when suddenly a young fellow entered our bedroom. He walked around the bed to my side … climbed up onto the bed … and said, “I want in the middle.”
If he had been a total stranger, his entrance would have been criminal intrusion. If he had been a friend, his entrance would still have been obnoxious. But because he was our toddler son, I was struck at the time with the beauty of the security of knowing you are wanted.
I thought of Hebrews 4:16: “Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.” Christians come boldly to the throne of God, the sovereign of the universe. Our boldness is not the boldness of a criminal, nor the boldness of the crude, but like the boldness of children who know they are wanted. What a privilege: to know that God welcomes our prayer. We are welcome in His presence.