When I rolled into the subdivision I live in today there were two concrete barriers blocking off the next neighborhood from ours. Actually, it blocks them from getting to their mail boxes, which we share. A policeman was parked in front of the concrete separators fielding questions. This has been a long feud between our home owner’s association and theirs. Seems they owe ours money on the upkeep of the roads that they use, and are refusing to pay them. It’s all complicated and if you ask me, childish.
But it’s a great metaphor, huh? We do that, erect barriers, don’t we? People drive into our neighborhoods, enjoying the view only to be blocked before they can make it home. We wave, smile, greet each other at the mailbox, jog by one another, but as soon as it gets a little personal, and it costs us something, the concrete comes out.
Being a follower of Jesus isn’t easy in a world of pseudo-politicians who want to keep others out while boxing the homies in. Seems like Jesus had something to say about there being enough room, actually more than adequate room for everyone. The only barrier for us, is actually a door.