In my most tired moments I've aimed the car clicker at my front door expecting it to unlock the door to the house. I wish that access were that easy, especially when I have eleven bags of groceries hanging from both arms.
This morning I've been inquiring about a package I'm supposed to receive any day now. I looked up my confirmation of shipment email and tried to track my package. I got an instant message that informed me that my tracking number (the one they gave me) was invalid.
Feeling rather adventuresome, I decided to call the company. I had my non-working tracking number scrawled on my notebook. That would do it, right?
Of course some robot (with a smooth voice) answered the phone asking me to have the following ready:
- My Member ID#
- Title ID#
- And my (invalid) Tracking #
I clicked end call and searched for the information. I found my numbers and even an additional number, my customer ID# , but ran into more technical difficulties.
This is the kind of stuff that makes me want to get in my car and go to WalMart to pick stuff off of crowded shelves in congested aisles and then wait in long lines before pushing my lop-wheeled cart out to the parking lot in the rain to load my stuff in the back of the car which still has stuff from when I visited my mom two weekends ago... Almost. That stinks too.
I love accessibility.
I appreciate those moments I find an answer, get what I need, or at least hear a caring human voice without being asked for my password which I forgot because it was supposed to have one upper case letter, one lower case letter, a special symbol and a retired emoji.
I was recently struck by a verse in Genesis.
...the man and his wife heard the sound of the LORD God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day... Genesis 3:8
God. In the garden. I might be wrong, but the words he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day makes it sound like His presence wasn't a rare occurring phenomenon. We can't be sure of the level of intimacy the two had with God in the garden, but what we do know is that sin eliminated direct access to God.
I was a part of an intimate Lord's Supper last night that reminded me of the price Jesus paid to restore access to God. Instead of us being punished or abandoned for our sin, Jesus took our sin upon himself enabling us to walk with God and giving us the privilege to approach God.
We need no customer or title ID#.
There's no lengthy paperwork or tiny boxes on your phone to fill out when you have a question or are in need.
There's no password to remember.
Our requests are found valid. Accepted. We're valued.
And even if we must wait for an answer or we get one that we'd wished not get, we're heard. We're cared for and we have his presence to carry on.
In him and through faith in him we may approach God with freedom and confidence. Ephesians 3:12
Thankful today for the access I have to God through Jesus.
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