Jesus Is The Password

I’m curious. Do you use the same Internet passwords for everything? The experts frown on that. They suggest using different ones so that if you’re hacked, the villains won’t have access to your whole life in one fell swoop. Makes sense to me. The logic isn’t lost on my friend Rhonda either, but she continues to stick with just one. Course, it is a very funny one.

The problem with using multiple passwords is keeping up with them. Amen? I will not name names, but I know someone who taped a note with his iPhone’s passcode to the back of his phone. Not joking. I do understand his dilemma, however. I’m constantly using that link that says, “Forgot your password, click here” or “Forgot your username, click here”. Any day now I’m expecting one to respond with, “Forgot your username and your password? Again?! Too bad, we’re tired of you.”

But, moving on. There’s a reason why I’ve got passwords on the brain. I was running references on Psalms 89:15 when I decided to read it in different translations. The first one said, “Blessed are those who know the joyful sound.” Another read, “Blessed are those who have learned to acclaim you”. I enjoyed both of those, but then I decided to read the verse in the Message Bible. That’s not one I use very often, but occasionally I like to hear the Hebrew phrasing translated into contemporary language and this was one of them! In the Message Bible Psalms 89: 15 reads, “Blessed are the people who know the passwords of praise.”

How cool is that? It has me thinking of how many of us believers register with the Lord, (so to speak), and begin our Christian walk checking in with Him daily, at least at first. Sadly however, as time passes, these visits become weekly, and then monthly, until we quit logging in entirely and a day comes when we wake up and feel like we’re locked smack out of the system. But, we never are, friends! If this has happened to any of you, it’s my great pleasure to remind you that your most important password hasn’t changed.

Jesus.

Jesus will always be the only credential we’ll ever need to approach our good good Father. By the way, Rhonda’s password is— to remain confidential. That girl would skin my hide if I even thought about sharing it!

Hugs,

Shellie