He will be at your door, some day. Perhaps one day soon. You will recognize him even though you have never seen him before. You may even ask “Who are you?” or “What are you doing here?” But you will already know. You are expecting him. You have always known he would come to your door because someone comes to everyone’s door. 
Everyone you have known has met him there. Even if there were others there at the door with him, you probably wouldn’t see them. He is the only one you were expecting and even if you denied it publicly, you still knew it would be him. And you knew, you knew he would come.
When he comes there may be a sense of terror or perhaps of relief. You will probably think of all the things you wanted to do before he came but didn’t get around to. He could say anything but probably won’t have to. You’ll know. You will know why. You will know that it is time. You will even know what is next and where. It is not like it will be a big surprise even though you will probably be thinking “Is it that time already?” This is not rocket science. You have been told in a thousand ways on a thousand days that this is what happens. It happens to everyone. One day, perhaps soon, it will be that day for you. I wonder if you wonder how that will make you feel.
He will be exactly like what you imagined. Or maybe not, nonetheless he will be there at your door. There will be no one to ask what to do next. You already know anyway. There will be nowhere else to go. Because where you are at that moment is precisely where he knew you would be at that moment. That is why he is there specifically at that time. You can shuffle your feet and look around. You can pretend it is not that time, but it is. This changes everything. Nothing will ever be the same. He will look directly into your eyes and you will know there is no longer anything you can do about it.
Whether you have told others or not, you knew. Sometimes it is in what we do not say that we say what we are afraid to say. Fear is an interesting motivator. We fear the opinions of others, so we do not give our own opinion. We fear offending others so we fail to tell them about him. But somehow they know. They know he is coming and they now that one day he will be at their door. Even if we don’t tell them we know, they know. And they know that we know. One of our fears it that when he comes to their door, they will seek us out with their piercing eyes. They will demand to know why we did not tell them. We might think about how difficult it will be to shrink and hide from those accusing stares in that day. Still we do not do what we know we should do. We are afraid that we do not know for certain what we certainly know. We fear being in fear.
All of that is done in a moment. All of the emotion and resignation and knowing is done. It is done because he is there; at your door. All that has gone before will be done and what is ahead is now. Any time for the difference you could have made is past. Any change which could have impacted this moment is left undone. You are there. He is there. You were instructed and cajoled and reasoned with yet you are as unprepared as you are. You witnessed others and all they did to prepare and to be and do what was right. They made their choices. You watched. You made your choice. You made lots of choices. You may even be pondering why you chose as you did. But at that moment it is past time to ponder. He will be at the door, your door.
He will be. That means he is not yet there. He is not at my door yet. That means that if I want to make a change, I still can. At least right now I can. If I want to ponder a different choice, I can. It still matters if I want to say “What if?” I can get a better perspective. I can reason with those who proclaim their understanding and see if it is reasonable to compare to his. This is not yet the moment when He is at my door, or your door. How can I possibly know that?
Probably because I am writing this and you are reading this. Probably because in all of eternity there is only one time when it will be that time and this is not it. If it were that time, reading this would no longer be what you are doing. So let’s get serious for just a moment. Let’s consider the alternative to being prepared for him to be at the door. Not being prepared does not seem like a very desirable option. Consequences are the outcome of choices. If we get to make choices then we get to have a part in determining consequences. The he who is coming, who will appear in that moment at our door, is the he whom we have chosen.
So if you know who he will be that will be the one at your door on that day, is he the one you want him to be? Or is it possible, because you have “now”, that you might ponder a different choice? Is it even a question for you? Others have said that it matters but does it matter to you? When you consider all that you have been through, does it matter to you who he is? If not then perhaps you have made your choice. So it will not be a surprise. The he who he is will be the he you expect. He will be there on that day at your door. He will be at your door, some day. Perhaps one day soon. You will recognize him even though you have never seen him before. Your choice made him be the one at your door on that day.