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The Ultimate Door-to-door Salesman.
By Hall Steenson December 15th, 2025
I was old enough to read, but I didn’t know what the word solicitor meant. It was a daring sign on a neighbor’s front door that said, “No Solicitors.” When I asked my mother what it stood for, she told me that they didn’t want any door-to-door salesmen bothering them. So I stayed away from that house on several occasions during my youth when school, Boy Scouts, or paper route promotions called for a knock on their door. I didn’t want to be thought of as a solicitor, and certainly not a door-to-door salesman.
I have to admit it must have been that little sign that put a bad taste in my mouth for door-to-door salesmen, so I was glad to see them go the way of the dinosaur. It had been years since I’d actually had anyone knock on my door and attempt to make a pitch for their product—that is, until the early morning of November 8, 1976, when I heard one knocking at 6:00 a.m.
That’s pretty early for a salesman, but I’d been waiting for this particular one for almost 20 years. And this time, I was ready to listen.
“What do you want, sir?” I asked.
“I counsel you to buy from Me gold refined in the fire, that you may be rich; and white garments, that you may be clothed, that the shame of your nakedness may not be revealed; and anoint your eyes with eye salve, that you may see. As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten. Therefore be zealous and repent. Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.” Revelation 3:18–20.
He had knocked on my door once before, at the tender age of eight—knocking patiently, calling my name, and asking me to open the door.
“Come in,” I’d called out, but He just stood outside the door, knocking and telling me what He had to offer. I’d grown tired of listening, turned away from Him, and refused to open the door.
Several years later, I saw Warner Sallman’s picture of Christ standing at the cottage door, knocking and wanting to come in; and even many more years before, I realized there wasn’t a door handle on the outside of the door! The door could only be opened from the inside. My door could only be opened by me.
On that chilly November morning, I opened the door, and the ultimate door-to-door Salesman walked into my life. He offered me the gold of faith tried by fire. He covered me with His white robe of righteousness so that my sins might be forever forgotten. He anointed my eyes with the Holy Spirit that I might see and understand that His Word is for both instruction and correction.
I repented.
He forgave.
We dined together.
Today, Christ still stands at the door of men’s hearts and knocks. It must break His heart to know He has done all that was in His power to provide love, mercy, and eternal life for every individual behind every door, yet He has no power to open that door on His own.
It takes you—body, soul, and spirit totally surrendered to Him—to turn that handle.
Take down your “No Solicitors” sign and open your heart’s door to Christ. Invite the Ultimate Savior in to dine with you today!
The Ultimate Door-to-door Salesman.
By Hall Steenson December 15th, 2025
I was old enough to read, but I didn’t know what the word solicitor meant. It was a daring sign on a neighbor’s front door that said, “No Solicitors.” When I asked my mother what it stood for, she told me that they didn’t want any door-to-door salesmen bothering them. So I stayed away from that house on several occasions during my youth when school, Boy Scouts, or paper route promotions called for a knock on their door. I didn’t want to be thought of as a solicitor, and certainly not a door-to-door salesman.
I have to admit it must have been that little sign that put a bad taste in my mouth for door-to-door salesmen, so I was glad to see them go the way of the dinosaur. It had been years since I’d actually had anyone knock on my door and attempt to make a pitch for their product—that is, until the early morning of November 8, 1976, when I heard one knocking at 6:00 a.m.
That’s pretty early for a salesman, but I’d been waiting for this particular one for almost 20 years. And this time, I was ready to listen.
“What do you want, sir?” I asked.
“I counsel you to buy from Me gold refined in the fire, that you may be rich; and white garments, that you may be clothed, that the shame of your nakedness may not be revealed; and anoint your eyes with eye salve, that you may see. As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten. Therefore be zealous and repent. Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.” Revelation 3:18–20.
He had knocked on my door once before, at the tender age of eight—knocking patiently, calling my name, and asking me to open the door.
“Come in,” I’d called out, but He just stood outside the door, knocking and telling me what He had to offer. I’d grown tired of listening, turned away from Him, and refused to open the door.
Several years later, I saw Warner Sallman’s picture of Christ standing at the cottage door, knocking and wanting to come in; and even many more years before, I realized there wasn’t a door handle on the outside of the door! The door could only be opened from the inside. My door could only be opened by me.
On that chilly November morning, I opened the door, and the ultimate door-to-door Salesman walked into my life. He offered me the gold of faith tried by fire. He covered me with His white robe of righteousness so that my sins might be forever forgotten. He anointed my eyes with the Holy Spirit that I might see and understand that His Word is for both instruction and correction.
I repented.
He forgave.
We dined together.
Today, Christ still stands at the door of men’s hearts and knocks. It must break His heart to know He has done all that was in His power to provide love, mercy, and eternal life for every individual behind every door, yet He has no power to open that door on His own.
It takes you—body, soul, and spirit totally surrendered to Him—to turn that handle.
Take down your “No Solicitors” sign and open your heart’s door to Christ. Invite the Ultimate Savior in to dine with you today!
THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL
The Ultimate Door-to-door Salesman.
By Hall Steenson December 15th, 2025
I was old enough to read, but I didn’t know what the word solicitor meant. It was a daring sign on a neighbor’s front door that said, “No Solicitors.” When I asked my mother what it stood for, she told me that they didn’t want any door-to-door salesmen bothering them. So I stayed away from that house on several occasions during my youth when school, Boy Scouts, or paper route promotions called for a knock on their door. I didn’t want to be thought of as a solicitor, and certainly not a door-to-door salesman.
I have to admit it must have been that little sign that put a bad taste in my mouth for door-to-door salesmen, so I was glad to see them go the way of the dinosaur. It had been years since I’d actually had anyone knock on my door and attempt to make a pitch for their product—that is, until the early morning of November 8, 1976, when I heard one knocking at 6:00 a.m.
That’s pretty early for a salesman, but I’d been waiting for this particular one for almost 20 years. And this time, I was ready to listen.
“What do you want, sir?” I asked.
“I counsel you to buy from Me gold refined in the fire, that you may be rich; and white garments, that you may be clothed, that the shame of your nakedness may not be revealed; and anoint your eyes with eye salve, that you may see. As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten. Therefore be zealous and repent. Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with Me.” Revelation 3:18–20.
He had knocked on my door once before, at the tender age of eight—knocking patiently, calling my name, and asking me to open the door.
“Come in,” I’d called out, but He just stood outside the door, knocking and telling me what He had to offer. I’d grown tired of listening, turned away from Him, and refused to open the door.
Several years later, I saw Warner Sallman’s picture of Christ standing at the cottage door, knocking and wanting to come in; and even many more years before, I realized there wasn’t a door handle on the outside of the door! The door could only be opened from the inside. My door could only be opened by me.
On that chilly November morning, I opened the door, and the ultimate door-to-door Salesman walked into my life. He offered me the gold of faith tried by fire. He covered me with His white robe of righteousness so that my sins might be forever forgotten. He anointed my eyes with the Holy Spirit that I might see and understand that His Word is for both instruction and correction.
I repented.
He forgave.
We dined together.
Today, Christ still stands at the door of men’s hearts and knocks. It must break His heart to know He has done all that was in His power to provide love, mercy, and eternal life for every individual behind every door, yet He has no power to open that door on His own.
It takes you—body, soul, and spirit totally surrendered to Him—to turn that handle.
Take down your “No Solicitors” sign and open your heart’s door to Christ. Invite the Ultimate Savior in to dine with you today!
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