I am really getting tired of passwords. I just ordered another product online and had to create a password for the account. Each occasion for another password tests my creativity and my patience. I have a stack of cards with passwords since my memory is not great to start with and barely stretches past three passwords.
Years ago a password was something that introduced a person into a clubhouse or by-invitation-only event--a secret code used to mean evidence of someone’s favor toward you. Now it’s just a requirement to try and protect yourself.
Of course, we are reminded to regularly change our passwords for the best security on our accounts. Such is life with criminals in our electronic age. Since I have had several of my online accounts and credit cards hacked, I understand that some form of identification is important. Impostors pose a threat to many areas of our financial and health information, civic activities, and home security. I understand that electronic wizards are constantly working toward new devices that will eliminate the need for these frustrating word/number salad passwords.
When I think of passwords, I also remember a popular gospel song that speaks of occasions when all you can do is “Just say, Jesus.” There are plenty of boys in the world with this name, but only one Jesus Christ who is Redeemer and King. Even as a small child, I was aware that Jesus’ name was very special. When we have invited him into our lives, we are identified with his name and can call on his power. “The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are safe” (Proverbs 18:10, NIV). All of heaven is at his disposal. The book of Acts is full of stories about Jesus’ disciples using his name for healing and miracles. Peter proclaimed, “Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to men by which we must be saved” (4:12). Some spiritual hackers tried to use his name and failed (Acts 19:13-17). The name is not magic but must be respected for the one it represents.
I am so glad that there is no magic phrase, combination of numbers or mystical spells needed to access God’s love and power. When I am weary, sick, afraid or confused, all I need to say is, "Jesus." The simple password and security is found in that beautiful name. He welcomes everyone.
Questions for personal journaling or group discussion:
1. What does the name of Jesus mean to you?
2. How do you react when you hear people use Jesus’ name in profanity?