Making our own prisons

Recently, I did some ticketing door-to-door for a company in a suburb near to where I live. It was an interesting experience. Many homes were so secured with their sliding gates, bars on windows, grilled flyscreens and locked front doors that they were like little prisons.
I knocked on one door and then heard the rattle of keys, and then more rattling. I then heard a voice from inside: "Hang on mate, I can't open the door, I'll have to open the garage". I waited at the garage door and slowly the door automatically lifted up. I felt like Ali Baba entering the den of thieves. The only thing missing was the "open sesame" password.
What sort of society have we become where some are so security conscious that they can't even open their own front doors? A lot of this obsession with security is fear driven. The cost of such security is often a high rate of loneliness and depression.
We also make our own prisons through our addictions, whether they be drugs, money, sex, pornography, power or material things.

The good news is that Jesus came to free us from our prisons, not the prisons we make out of bricks and mortar, but our imprisoned spirits. The verse from the famous hymn by Charles Wesley "And can it be" describes Jesus' work so well:

Long my imprisoned spirit lay
fast bound in sin and nature's night:
thine eye diffused a quickening ray;
I woke-the dungeon flamed with light.
My chains fell off, my heart was free;
I rose, went forth, and followed thee.