The Key to Life

The Key to Life

What I’m about to recall is a rather embarrassing episode but one that someone may learn from so I’ll tell it.

Last Sunday afternoon I returned from Ochi and after having a quick nap I went out to the closing night of crusade at my church. Before leaving the house I used my keys to lock up, then caught a ride with a friend. Well Monday morning I got up in a rush not able to do much of anything ie read my bible. Just trying to get stuff together for work and looking forward to a lime of chilaxing at a friend after work. As I attempted to leave, my keys were nowhere to be found. Oh well I’ll just use Daddy's bunch. So I was off certain I’d find the keys later. Well that night I left my friends house late and reached home late, still with no key daddy had to let me in. The routine of going to bed late and rushing out in the morning continued up to Thursday morning and still no key! Had it dropped on the road somewhere? Had someone found it and now had easy access to my house? I couldn’t let my parents know, how irresponsible they’d think I am. I'd definitely not be getting another set of house keys.

With my hectic schedule from Monday I didn’t read my bible. I consoled myself by attempting to pray long-winded prayers to God each night which would almost instantaneously lead to me sleeping somewhere in the first five lines.... Hey I thought, the communication is still there, like I’m prying to God. It's not like I left him out altogether.

By Thursday I was staying in town with my sis. We shared the same room and as she had just become I Christian. I felt obligated to set the example. (What example? not sure now but that’s another story) So I took out my bible case and proceeded to unzip its contents. As I opened the case, something fell out. Low and Behold it was my set of house keys! What I had been searching for had been by my pillow every night, every morning but I ignored it as I didn't want to make the time.

How ashamed I felt. It hit me that more than not having the use of the keys to my house (sorry the house) for those 4 days of the week, I had made a conscious decision to neglect the key to life, God’s word. Here was one of the proven ways of hearing from God to get the direction I need each day. I was constantly complaining to God that he doesn’t talk to me, yet I reject opportunities to hear from Him.

So that’s the sordid tale. Maybe many of you can’t relate to this as you know the importance of God's word and daily partake in it. I just thought I should share this though and in the same breath thank God for his mercy towards us all.

Thanks God.
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Derri