We don’t have many gates here near church, most of the houses don’t have a wall. They are to some extent ornamental, unless they have really been designed as a kind of modern drawbridge. They need a wall of course.
I have a vague memory of travelling through the checkpoints to cross Berlin on the way to Poland as a teenager. It was a rule you had to go through East Berlin, which was an island in West Germany, if you wanted to enter East Germany. All tied up with visas, red tape and border crossings. A real feel of the Cold War. It was the Wall that made East Berlin an island. The East Germans always argues it was to keep the West Germans out, but in practice everyone knew it was to keep the East Germans in.
Travelling round the hill country of Zante a few years ago, it was quite clear that when the Greeks obtain a piece of land, the first thing they do is build a wall around it.
A wall represents security. A gate represents access to security.
Jesus quite deliberately said I am a gate – in fact he said I am THE gate. No one ever said that before. And the enclosed area he was implying, an area of security under his authority, the meadow, was promised land within promised land.
Approach Him. Come to Him. Through Him you dwell in a different place.