
The line felt like it was barely even moving. The sun was beastly hot, and I kept trying to stand in the occasional shadows. As we rounded the next turn in the endless maze which led to the roller coaster, I saw why we were moving so slowly. A group of people had an all-access pass that enabled them skip all the waiting and head straight to the front of the line.
I suddenly felt like a peasant. Never mind the tickets I had in my pocket… I would only be granted limited access to the rides.
I am convinced that there are many who feel that way about Jesus. They feel like they have restricted access.
Their last visit to a church probably reinforced that feeling… They were immersed in an unfamiliar routine, but no one bothered to help them through. They were peppered with textbook-sounding words they didn’t understand. They were made to feel that their lingering doubts were the biggest offense in the room.
Somehow, their visit made Jesus seem even more distant and restricted.
But it wasn’t always that way. In Luke’s careful documentary of Jesus’ life, he describes the birth of this important baby as anything but a limited-access event.








