Pastor Jim Jackson, Richmond Hill Presbyterian Church.

Don’t know about you, but I’m suffering from something for which I might have coined a new title. I call it password fatigue. Seems like everywhere I turn, some machine is asking for my password. Of course, there’s the internet-Google, Facebook, even my library card. Apart from all the other ailments and challenges of persons my age, here are these machines asking for what I can’t remember. I write it down and still have to remember where I put it.

For goodness sake, I remember the password for my debit card, my telephone number, and even my garage door opener. But where will it end? Gotta have ‘em for the grocery store discounts and the best prices at the gas pump.

Then, too there’s that sarcastic line where you are asked: “Forgot your password?” Listen here, I struggle remembering my grandchildren’s names, and I don’t have but four.

I remember when I bought groceries and had to pay with “real money,” no password.

And the gas pumps had a handle on the side which you only had to twist a few times, lift the handle, put the dispenser in the tank receptacle, squeeze the handle and you were in business, no password.

I rest in the truth that there will be no passwords in heaven. At least, I’ve never seen any mentioned in the hand-held Bible. Maybe it’s different for those who can read Bible passages on Google. Yet remember, you gonna have to remember your password. But get to heaven and you’ll be able to ramble around wherever you wish with no passwords. The book of Revelation says, there’ll be no tears in heaven. That could mean we won’t be crying for internet help from our grandkids. Apparently with no fear, these grandkids can move that little arrow around and slap the screen with a new password in a nanosecond.

Remember though, the book of Revelation says that Jesus identified himself as the door.

No need to fear, for He said just knock and it will be opened to you. Oh, how sweet it will be-password free!