The Jesus Pumpkin

I remember this picture (without the pumpkin) hanging in my grandparent’s living room, it always seemed sweet and sad because no one ever answered when Jesus knocked, and it seemed like they never would.  Even as a kid I was able to grasp the guilt that was associated with the unanswered door, and how the person on the other side must be a miserable wretch because they left Jesus standing outside knocking like an Avon lady when he could be inside enriching their lives.  This image made me smile… maybe because I felt like someone finally might be ‘tricked’ into answering the door with Skittles, Butterfingers, and a Hershey Bar.