Lessons From Crummackdale: Private Land

As I walked about Crummackdale, I was following instructions about the route I should take. At one point, I saw a sign restricting access*. It was private land, and no general admittance given. I ignored the sign in good conscience, for the farmer who owns the valley had given me those directions and it was at his house I had just lunched and was there returning for tea. I had been given that right of entry. 

God in scripture is unapproachable and terrifying in His countenance. See how He thundered and boomed atop Sinai, the Hebrews quaking with fear. Yet that same dread Potentate bids us enter His presence with confidence, because Christ Jesus has procured the right. The occupant of the throne bids us warmly welcome, holding out His sceptre each time we draw near.

No condemnation now I dread;

Jesus, and all in Him, is mine!

Alive in Him, my living Head,

And clothed in righteousness Divine,

Bold I approach the eternal throne,

And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

Bold I approach the eternal throne,

And claim the crown, through Christ my own.

-Charles Wesley

* the sign means 'negative access', indicating an end to open access and a requirement to stick to given footpaths, something I subsequently was able to ignore when crossing fields back to the farm.