They heard loud knocks on the door, when the house was quiet and the sky was black as pitch.
The banging noise of knuckles on wood startled them out of their sleep and had Grover and Laura stumbling to find a light and pathway through their house to see who was waiting for them.
The door creaked open and there stood a man and woman huddled together with almost a dozen children holding tight to them.
“Can I help you?” Grover said.
“I’m so sorry to bother you sir, but we lost our home, I’ve got no work, and we’ve been walking for days.” the man said as he shivered in the cold.
“Come on in and let’s get you warm.”
It was the beginning of the 1930s, when The Great Depression had gone into full blast, sweeping people out of their homes and into desolation. Nowhere to go, nowhere to work, nowhere to sleep, and nothing to eat.
My Great-GrandFather, Grover and his wife Laura were hard working farmers just like many other farmers in America, except they owed no money to a lender. His children and his wife helped him run a farming operation that stretched across a large amount of land.
When the depression hit, they were secure in their work and their home when most of America was left to wander.
There were families all over that found themselves making their way onto the Plunkett doorstep, looking for answers, and praying for hope.
It was there that they found it.
A man, his wife, and their children.
Every family that came up to their doorstep was given lumber to build a house (as pictured above), food to eat weekly, an income daily (rain or shine, work or no work), and dignity.
All they had to do was ask.
Knock on the door of a little farmhouse and wait for hope to answer.
The answer was always hope.
Family after family would show up to find restoration and life. Most lived there for decades after the depression had passed, working and moving forward towards their goals.
These houses seem dilapidated and ruined, but there was a time where they once stood strong and sturdy, providing warmth and shelter for those who abided there.
I found this one that was left on his land a few weeks ago and stood in awe.
It is left as a representation that the Lord takes us further than we can imagine and always sends help along the way.
I wonder how people felt in the Great Depression. Did they even have vision for something better to come next? Did they even have vision at all?
I don’t know how your last year was, but I know for some there was a sense of struggle, hoping for something better and feeling like it would never come through.
But I say there is a door that might need a knock on it.
A door that will open wide to hope for this new year, it is calling you to closeness and strength, restoration and joy, and life abundantly.
There is a voice, a call for closeness, to pray, ask and seek, and maybe even witness hope and taste it with our lives.
2017, we are knocking.