NONNIE, COME DOWN!

Nonnie, come down!” Recently, I had the pleasure visiting and of staying with my elder daughter and her family. Currently, they are building their home and until its completion live in a downstairs apartment in my daughter’s in-laws’ house. That’s where the “Nonnie” comes from. Nonnie is my grandkids’ paternal grandma. Downstairs, there is a chain lock high up on the frame, out of the reach of the children on the lower level’s side of the door to keep the grandkids from escaping to the upstairs. My first morning there, sitting in the front room where this door to the upstairs also happens to be, I saw my three year old grandson coming down the hall, having just woke up, bed hair sticking up this way and that, rubbing sleep from his eyes, and still in his Spiderman pajamas. That door to the upstairs is at the end of the hall as one enters the living room where I sat. Before he asked for breakfast, before he said “Morning” to his mother, before he acknowledged his visiting grandfather, as soon as he reached the end of the hall, he jerked opened the door as far as the chain would allow, stuck his head through the crack and yelled upstairs, “Nonnie, come down!” I thought that was really striking and turned to my daughter and asked. “Does he do that every morning?” She laughed and replied, “Yes, every morning.” My first thought was, “What if we believers began each of our days like that?” What if every morning we awakened, looked upward, and cried, “Jesus, come down.” Apostle John spent twenty-two chapters recording what he glimpsed through the crack that revelation had opened in the door that separates time and eternity. Having seen what was going to happen on this side of the door and what awaited on the eternity side, John shouted up through the opening, “Jesus, come down.” (Revelation 22:20). Out of the mouth of babes…”Nonnie, come down.”