by Macy Johnson
“To the angel of the church in Philadelphia write:
These are the words of him who is holy and true,
who holds the key of David.
What he opens no one can shut,
and what he shuts no one can open.”
(Revelation 3:7 NIV)
I exited through the back door of the church with other choir members. The Ash Wednesday service, followed by choir rehearsal, was moving and inspirational. As I closed the door to my car, I realized my ignition key had fallen off my keyring.
“Oh no, Lord. What do I need to do?” I prayed. I grabbed my cell phone, turned on the flashlight feature, walked across the parking lot back to the church, and scanned the ground as I retraced my path. The music director was closing the door, locking up the church as I approached. “Wait a minute, Kathleen! I lost my key!” I called. She looked up and pointed to it on the sidewalk.
I bent over to pick up my key when a good friend’s car suddenly appeared next to the walkway. She got out and reported she lost her house key, so she came back to the church to hopefully find it. We walked into the sanctuary together and examined around the pew where we sat, side by side. No key.
I offered to search her car with my cell phone’s flashlight and found her house key between the driver’s seat and the console. We hugged and she commented, “God works in mysterious ways.” His timing was perfect for us to find our keys and Him.
In a study of the book of Revelation, my group recently discussed how Jesus is the Key and at the same time holds the key to life.
I will hold fast to Jesus, the only Key of my life. I hope you will, too!