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Keys... being a guy, I spend a lot of time looking for them. Today was no exception. Sadly, after more than an hour of searching, I found them in the very first place I had looked. How often that happens to me! One advantage is that I have cleaned up my car somewhat, along with a couple of other places. I suspect that people searching for keys either end up with a tidier place, or a messier one. I am usually the former.
Searching for keys is a life-long occupation: keys to happiness, to learning, to relationships, to understanding. The keys we choose represent the faith we hold: the foundations on which we build. From time to time we are required to change keys: we move to a new place, get a new car, or have a new lock installed. Sometimes keys wear out and need to be renewed. Some find comfort in having their keys in their pocket (I know that would have been true for me a couple of days ago!)
It pays us to take out our keys and examine them again every now and then: our understanding of God, our sense of vocation and purpose...
I’d be interested in hearing what keys are most important for your life’s journey.
Posted by gary at January 23, 2005 07:52 PM
Speaking of keys; I like to proactively minimise the number of keys that I carry of me at any one time. A few years ago, while renting a house in Melbourne, I managed to get it down to 3 keys; the key to my front door, the access key to my work building, and the key to my desk drawers. On one simple ring they slid into my side pocket with ease, and I no longer had the busy jangle tangle of keys in my every shadow that I once had. I felt renewed by maintaining only the absolutely necessary “entry passes” that I absolutely needed. And I liked it!
I intentionally use the word “maintain” as new opportunities to get more keys always found me. Filing cabinets, the back door, a previous share-house, new cupboards, that other office door – they all tempted me with exclusive access at any time I wanted. But I did need them? Yes, I needed them. But did I really need them? Yes …someone has to hold the key, right? But did I really really need them? Well… no, not really.
And so I chose to not want them.
But wait… the plot thickens. I then employed this get-stuffed style of key tossing onto the inside of my wallet. Do I really need that privileged member card on me all the time, or that frequent pizza points card. I sense there is a spiritual connection here. As to where exactly, I’m not quite sure. I liken it to acting. I like to think there are two camps in the school of acting. One teaches you to add on layers to construct character, whilst the other teaches you to peel off layers to reveal character.
I now live in a different city where I have my own transport, and so I have been slapped in the face by a large rectangular mould of black plastic that houses my ignition key and alarm buttons. JoeF.
Posted by: JoeF at January 25, 2005 07:48 AM
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