Personal Identification Number.
We all have them. They’re our secret little passwords – they give us entrée into a host of things.
I have several for various bank accounts. My husband has his own. The cable company gave us one. So did many other companies and institutions. My PIN allows me to use my ATM/Debit card like a happy bandit.
Easy cheesy…1, 2, 3.
It’s personal to just me – (and no, it’s not 123).
I hold it very "tight to the vest." I have it written down in only one spot besides my brain. I’m not telling where that is…HA!
Whenever I have to use it on a keypad, I put one hand over my other hand, pretending like I can’t see the little numbers. But I can see just fine – I’m really just guarding, protecting my PIN.
When I use the drive-up ATM window, and if "The Hub" is driving, I tell him the number before we get to the window. If he forgets it, I whisper it to him. Never can tell who’s listening…(I know, a little paranoid!)
But why am I so careful?
Because knowing that one little number would allow anyone to BE me. They could steal all kinds of things – my money, my credit, my identity.
Wouldn’t want that…
The process of picking a PIN is interesting. We’re assigned one initially, but many of us then make up our own. Oh, that’s when every clever gene we have goes to work!
Some of us make up words, some of us just use numbers – some of us make up a combination of both.
A funny little side story on that – "The Hub" has a word for one of his PIN’s. One time, he went to use his ATM card at a keypad. Oh no, the keypad only had numbers! After explaining his dilemma to the cashier, she handed him her cell phone. "The Hub" then proceeded to "translate" his PIN into numerical language!
PIN’s – they’re important.
That little number – (or word, which is really a number, if you know what I mean!) – gives me the freedom to "enter" into many places, to do many things – anywhere and anything that requires my PIN. The gas pump, the market, various accounts, my bank, restaurants, stores – the list goes on and on.
These are important things – yes – but they are earthly things.
The only place I really care about entering is Heaven.
And there’s only one way to get there.
At some point, every single person that’s ever lived will have to stand at the foot of the throne of the Almighty God. He will look down on us, and ask why we should be allowed to enter into His Kingdom. He’s asking for our "PIN"…
Here it is:
(Look at a keypad with letters – you’ll understand…)
J E S U S…
The ONLY way to enter…the ONLY way to identify ourselves that counts.
And this PIN we can SHOUT at the top of our lungs!
“Jesus  told him, ‘I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one can come to the Father except through me.” (John 14:6)
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