Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with that person, and they with me. —Revelation 3:20, NIV
Perhaps they grew complacent of the progress, not knowing that they were made to do so much more. Or hordes of sin invaded their lives and could not (or would not) do anything else to stop it. In fact, they could hopefully answer the numerous reasons for their Pharisaical apathy. Would it change the fact that their interactions were less than loving? Or could such attitudes define their innate need for self-preservation? They spoke tongues, they danced, and they shared good times.
But their doors kept knocking with Someone that looks like a peasant with glowing hands. He was weeping for them, praying for them, and someone always came and said one or two words if only to shoo him away. But he kept knocking and waiting and knocking and waiting for as long as He could in order to get back in and enjoy their fellowship. Rain or shine or snow at times, He knocked and waited. Even if people hated Him, calling Him as another one of those moochers, He kept knocking and waiting, seeking for a positive response.
And one of them, in frustration, opened the door and met this Man face to face.
"May I come in?", He said.