Arrive at work. Enter a three-digit access code to unlock office area. Control/alt/delete computer. Type in user ID and password. Enter a different password to check e-mail.
The mainframe needs its own user ID and password. I pass go again. To gain access to the data library I punch in the required user ID and password. Open-sesame.
I see my phone blinking. To retrieve the message I enter myÖfinish the sentence for me.
I need to make a trip to the copy machine. To get my needed copies I punch in my access code.
(Hang with me here, I know this is getting tedious but Iím leading up to something.)
At last count, I have 20 different passwords, but the computer is fickle and always prompting me to change them. For security reasons, you understand. Some passwords must have capital letters, others must have small letters. Some much have special characters, others must have numbers. Tell me: how did our world ever get this way?
Time to go home but the activity log needs updating, and that screen requires aÖall together now!
I was recently bemoaning all this password business with my husband, who can certainly emphasize because he has his own unique headaches with pesky persnickety passwords.
But our moods changed dramatically when talk turned to the Lord, because thereís coming a time when our God will not only wipe away every tear, but every password as well. These former things will have passed away. We will have total and complete rest from silly passwords!
You and I will need one Password to access our eternal home. Only one. And Father God will never, ever change His Password.
Sandra, praise God for inspiring this inspiring work. I understand your frustration with passwords. It is true all former things will pass away. God has a whole new adventure for us that never gets old nor outdated nor needs security passwords. Thanks for the reminder of our future. Thomas