A Key In Hand Is Worth A Thousand On My Desk

Written by Rev. James L. Snyder

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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 insiderepparttar building?"

I must confess my second thought drowned out my first. Some may haverepparttar 135612 luxury of indulging in panic, but I was on a schedule. My To-Do-List was begging to be done that day.

I circledrepparttar 135613 building three times and then laid down in sheer bewilderment. Not one door was unlocked. Not one window was accessible fromrepparttar 135614 outside. Allrepparttar 135615 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 forrepparttar 135616 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 ofrepparttar 135617 church might have a key." For some odd reason I had my cell phone with me, so I calledrepparttar 135618 builder.

Unfortunately for me, he did not have a spare key to our building. My heart sank intorepparttar 135619 sole of my right foot because I had no options left.

Thenrepparttar 135620 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,repparttar 135621 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 takingrepparttar 135622 door off its hinges. Just as he finished my cell phone rang. A lady fromrepparttar 135623 church with a spare church key was five minutes away.

I never toldrepparttar 135624 carpenter aboutrepparttar 135625 last minute key because he worked so hard takingrepparttar 135626 door off and then putting it back on again.

Only one key in life really matters and that is Jesus, who said, "I amrepparttar 135627 way,repparttar 135628 truth, andrepparttar 135629 life: no man cometh untorepparttar 135630 Father, but by me." (John 14:6 KJV.)

He isrepparttar 135631 only key that opensrepparttar 135632 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/


Written by Theolonius McTavish

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-- Sing saucy songs atrepparttar top of my lungs inrepparttar 135348 shower just to annoy my high-brow, nosey-poking, next-door neighbor.

-- Brush my teeth to removerepparttar 135349 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 whenrepparttar 135350 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 transportrepparttar 135351 refuse to designated bins marked “paper only”, “glass”, “plastic”, and “everything else butrepparttar 135352 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 feelrepparttar 135353 urge to know more about a dingus or purchase a doodad that does everything, just visit a kindergarten nearby and askrepparttar 135354 little tikes how to have fun.

And, as every kid at heart knows, you don’t need another bleeping book orrepparttar 135355 latest bit of bling-bling to know you’re alive and how to have fun!!

Theolonius McTavish, a quirky curmudgeon whose mirthful meanderings include slow food, slow motion, and slow dating in that order of magnitude (provided he's not interrupted by perplexing potshots from the ripsnorting realm of The Quipping Queen -- www.quippingqueen.blogspot.com)

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