The keys were exactly where I had left them — on my desk in my office.

My first thought was to panic. So, for about seven minutes I luxuriated in sheer panic.

My second thought was, "how am I going to get inside building?"

I must confess my second thought drowned out my first. Some may have luxury of indulging in panic, but I was on a schedule. My To-Do-List was begging to be done that day.

I circled building three times and then laid down in sheer bewilderment. Not one door was unlocked. Not one window was accessible from outside. All effort put into making our building burglarproof was my nightmare in shinning alarm.

I thought of breaking a window but what if someone saw me? Also, I'd have to pay for damages.

In my mind, I went over everybody who had a key to our church. Everyone I could think of was out of town or working. Even my wife was in Daytona Beach.

Then I had a brilliant thought. I must confess I don't have many but when I do, it brightens up my day. "The builder of church might have a key." For some odd reason I had my cell phone with me, so I called builder.

Unfortunately for me, he did not have a spare key to our building. My heart sank into sole of my right foot because I had no options left.

Then builder said, "I'll send one of my carpenters over to take a door off and let you in." I did not know that could be done, but I was glad for any help I could get at this point.

Within a few moments, carpenter showed up. As he got out of his truck, I could see a sly smile smeared all over his puss. I took it like a man; a man locked out of his own office.

He spent about an hour taking door off its hinges. Just as he finished my cell phone rang. A lady from church with a spare church key was five minutes away.

I never told carpenter about last minute key because he worked so hard taking door off and then putting it back on again.

Only one key in life really matters and that is Jesus, who said, "I am way, truth, and life: no man cometh unto Father, but by me." (John 14:6 KJV.)

He is only key that opens door to heaven and I can never lose him.

Reverend Snyder is currently ministering at the "Family of God Fellowship" in Ocala, Florida. More of his articles are available for reprint at his website: http://www.godspenman.com/ Rev. Snyder is available as a guest speaker. He writes a weekly column and is the author of "You Can Always Tell a Pastor; But Not Very Much " available at: http://www.jamessnyderministries.com/

-- Sing saucy songs at top of my lungs in shower just to annoy my high-brow, nosey-poking, next-door neighbor.

-- Brush my teeth to remove grunge (tartar) and make my breath fragrant as all get out (so other living creatures will feel comfortable in my presence).

-- Relieve myself occasionally and conveniently when spirit moves me.

-- Talk compassionately to my pet rock “Godot”.

-- Feed my rather sparse-leafed money tree named “Kaching”.

-- Walk my miniature rottweiler “Sir Galahad” (and of course pick up after him with those brand-named doggy bags).

-- Meditate on life without monsters, telemarketers, and virtual reality TV shows.

-- Unplug, debottleneck, and take power naps (whichever comes first).

-- Separate recyclables and transport refuse to designated bins marked “paper only”, “glass”, “plastic”, and “everything else but kitchen sink”.

-- Prepare my favorite comfort food, “bangers and mash” (i.e. well cooked pork and mashed potatoes garnished with gobs of calorie-laden butter and gravy).

My humble advice is stay away from digital devices and books that tell you how easy it is to operate them. Whenever you feel urge to know more about a dingus or purchase a doodad that does everything, just visit a kindergarten nearby and ask little tikes how to have fun.

And, as every kid at heart knows, you don’t need another bleeping book or latest bit of bling-bling to know you’re alive and how to have fun!!