Once upon a time there was a knock at my door.
I didn't typically get a lot of knocks. I live on the top floor of my building, and (at that time, at least) most of the other apartments on my floor seemed empty. I kept my door locked anyway, just in case.
You can imagine my surprise, then, when I heard the knock.
Now imagine my surprise when I found myself answering it.
I wasn't particularly social, to be honest. I avoided others when I could. I tended to think of people generally as . . . two-dimensional, more like objects than people--annoying, or dangerous, or beneath me, or (I can admit it now) better than me.
See what I mean? Not exactly the "answer the door" type.
But this time, for whatever reason, I answered it. And there he was, standing at my door. Looking pretty wild, too, and not in a particularly attractive, Johnny Depp-y kind of way. His hair--messy, but in a way that suggested fresh air, not neglect. His skin--tight, wrinkled around the eyes, not clean exactly but not unclean either. His clothes--simple and functional, but not quite in style, like he never stopped walking.
Of course, I recognized him immediately. I guess I should have seen him coming.
He locked at me and smiled. I smiled and looked away.
"He you," he said. "Can I come in?"
I paused. Just because I knew who he was didn't necessarily mean that I could predict what would happen next. Especially when I realized I didn't actually know him well.
And yet . . .
There was just something about him standing there. The knock on the door had morphed somehow from an irritation, to an invasion, to a relief. Now that I had a guest, I suddenly felt less secure in my apartment by myself, and more isolated, alone.
"Sure," I found myself saying as I stepped aside to let him enter.
I still can't say why I did it. What will the neighbors think? crossed my mind, until I remembered that I didn't really have neighbors. Still, it is mildly scandalous for a single woman to let such an odd-looking man into her home. Maybe that's why I let him in.
He came inside. I took his coat and asked if he would remove his shoes, which he did immediately.
"Nice to see you, Jesus," I said.
Contact me for a special holiday discount on The Parable of the Unexpected Guest.