A Key In Hand Is Worth A Thousand On My Desk (standard:humor, 932 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Apr 25 2005	Views/Reads: 3555/2264	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A key fault I have, and I can only talk about one fault at a time, is the tendency to get busy. I often find myself chasing my own tail. What I will do with it when I catch it is beyond my understanding. However, this notwithstanding, I fall into the trap

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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 the church might 
have a key." For some odd reason I had my cell phone with me, so I 
called the builder. 

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

Then the 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, the 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 the door off its hinges. Just as he
finished my cell phone rang. A lady from the church with a spare church 
key was five minutes away. 

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

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

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


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