One of the benefits of pastoring a 38-year-old church is that we haven't collected nearly the amount of bad art that inhabits most older churches. Many of the pictures hanging on the walls of old New England churches of the sort I first served were put there by people who died shortly after hanging the picture (or so it would seem) and as a result, the picture can never be moved.
One of the most common is this one, called, "Behold, I Stand at the Door and Knock". It always amused me because Jesus looks so polite in the picture. I used to imagine a reinterpretation entitled, "Behold, I am climbing in through the window because you haven't answered the door."
So, the nob on KC's front door is acting up again. Sunday evening, as I was leaving the church after Candlelight Evening Prayers with Normale, Anne and Greg, it looked a fair amount of wiggling and jiggling to get us out. We were joking that if Jesus were to come to our church, he would say, "Behold, I stand inside your church, trying to get out the door."
Hmmm. There might be something to that....