The other evening my son rang home. “Mum, I lost my bicycle lock key.”
Ten minutes later we stood over his locked bike. There was nothing left to do, but smash the lock. We found a brick, but the lock held fast.
Finally we gave up and headed home. “Whose lock was that?” I asked my son. “Yours, Mum,” he said.
I couldn’t believe it. The spare key was actually with me, on my keyring!
There are times in life when we will feel trapped like that bike, and no amount of frenzied lock-smashing is setting us free. Let me assure you, there is a key. Jesus, the locksmith, understands locks. He gives us the key. He says, “The truth will set you free.” (John 8:32) What misunderstanding is locking you up?
crashing on our shores. A couple of weeks ago I almost lost someone very dear to me. Now someone else is slipping away. I keep thinking, “It’s going to be hard to survive this loss.”