Manny Esguerra writes...

In the Philippine capital city of Manila, large pink road signs warn pedestrians "Walang Tawiran Nakamamatay," or "Don’t cross here - You will die." It’s understandable, given that many Filipino drivers treat lane markings, stop lights, and even curbs as merely suggestions. Despite the warnings, you’ll still see a lot of people crossing the road or even walking among the cars. Some of them are taking the shortest route to their home or to the bus stop. Some, many of them children, are trying to make a few pesos selling candles and cigarettes, or they simply begging.
Our society sets up all kinds of obvious and not-so-obvious boundaries that we can choose to cross or not. I was once in the Hall of Dinosaurs at the American Museum of Natural History and I wanted to get a closer look inside a dinosaur’s mouth, so I climbed up on the little railing. A guard barked at me, "Hey, getoffadere!" My wife Deb still laughs about this, because I was 36 years old when it happened. Apparently I do things like this all the time. When I first moved to Minnesota from the East Coast, I started coaching my daughter’s soccer team. I ran up and down the field with the kids, loudly encouraging them the only way I knew how. When I returned panting to the sidelines, one of the other adults who’d been standing there the whole time remarked, "You’re not from around here, are you?" Deb tells me I have this way of getting so involved in something I love, that I forget and cross some social lines I’m not supposed to.
In his love for all people, Jesus crossed much more serious boundaries. He quietly exposed the hypocrisy of the stone-wielding Pharisees and elders who wanted to stone the adulterous woman; he spoke truth to Pilate’s power.
He paid with his life. What little boundaries are we willing to cross to show our love for Jesus and his message?