We live in a world full of passwords, scanners, fingerprint recognition, eyes scans, and even chips embedded on our bodies for entrance into secured areas. There are files FYEO (For Your Eyes Only), “High Security Clearance Required”, and “Password Protected” materials that are common to everyday life. At job sites there are signs, “Hard Hat Zone”, “No admittance without proper security clearance”, and “Authorized Personnel Only”. So it was no surprise when we arrived at the airport and encountered another security clearance sign.
Special Credentials Required
Many years ago my husband and I flew into the airport where our son was working ramp. It was a long walk from where we landed to the lot where his car was parked. Seeing the pain registered on my face from my weak knee, and the limp, he suddenly changed course. We stepped through a gate and began crossing the tarmac. This was an area where special credentials were required. Almost immediately a security guard approached us with questions about our presence in this area. My son lifted the ID badge that hung around his neck, and without further question, we were given clearance to proceed to our destination.
Another time I was with my son and we approached a security gate on a military base. I would not have been allowed to proceed except that he had special credentials and he was accompanying me.
I’ve been able to tour specialized hospital areas, academic environments, businesses, bakeries, automobile manufacturers, art studios (behind the scenes), back stage at concerts…all with the common element, “special credentials.” I think about all these special privileges I am afforded because of being escorted by one who has proper credentials and identification.
Recently my husband and I drove our grandson to see our son. We were escorted out to the plane he flies and were given freedom to go aboard, see the details of the workings of this big plane, and ask many questions.
Privilege In My Only Son
In my son, I had privilege. In my son, I had passage. In my son, I had entrance. Apart from him, I would have had none of this. I walked across the tarmac totally accepted because of my association with my son. I had no credentials on my own. My dependence was totally in him.
Privilege In God’s Only Son
This is the way I will walk into heaven someday; not because of personal credential package. There is nothing that I can do, or not do; that will gain me entrance in that city of God. I will come just as every other person – with no privilege apart from walking with Jesus, the Son. It is He who will say to God, “it’s okay, she’s with me.”
Signs, Signs, Signs
These are just random thoughts that occur to me as I see signs regarding “who may” and “who may not” enter a particular area. Have you seen signs posted that spark a myriad of thoughts regarding application to other areas of life? I’d love to hear your take on other types of signs.