... in not needing a password

Published on 03 Aug 2019
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Following a recent bereavement, I have had to negotiate the minefield of phoning utility companies and banks. It has been a journey fraught with endless calls, dead-ends and frustration.

It has been a journey fraught with endless calls, dead-ends and frustration.

How many times have I have been passed from pillar to post, given the wrong extension numbers and then put on hold for what seems like hours? Listening to electronic music, interrupted by soothing voices telling me that my call is important to them and then finding myself cut-off at the end or I discover that I am in fact trying to have a discussion with a robot!

It is not for the faint –hearted! But it has made me realise how, as a society, we are in great danger of losing our humanity and personal contact especially with those who are stressed and as, I am, bereaved.

However with such gratitude I can turn at any moment to the Lord. For Him there are no problems with accessibility; he is constantly at my side and longing to pour out his compassion, strength and healing love over my wounded heart.

And I don’t even need a password! Except perhaps, Abba...