Nein! Nein! Nein! My Jesus did not stand at the door of my heart gently knocking, hoping I would allow him in, as I, big and strong, held the door of my heart shut. Nein! He picked up his heavy cross, took the big bloody end of it and began pounding on the door of my heart over and over as I tried, with all my strength, to hold the door closed. Finally, when I could hold the door closed no longer, I fell away, the door of my heart flew open, and He came in and took up residence in the citadel of my heart.” -Karl Barth

In Karl Barth’s view, Jesus would be more like the below: