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Topic: Key (02/14/13)
TITLE: Master key
By Kon Michailidis
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I dared to believe may years ago that there was a key to it all. A key to my identity. A key to end my inner longing. A key to put together the tangled, jumbled, scrambled mess of thoughts that raced through my mind and had the effrontery at times to call itself philosophy. A key to happiness and joy. In fact a key to everything. A master key.
Don't you agree, reader, that it all sounds delusional to the modern person?
Just like I often ran around from room to room, frantically searching for keys I misplaced, so I ran from person to person, book to book, religion to religion, song to song, looking for the key. The wonderful thing about it, so unlike looking for my lost keys that I would recognize when I found them, was that I did not know what this key looked like.I had no idea. Except that I knew it had to be God. But ask me what that meant, or who he or she or it was, of course I could not tell you- I did not know. I had no key to the key. I did not even know where the door was, except I felt I was on the wrong side of it, lost and screaming inside those invisible barriers. But I just knew there was a key. The magical, opening-every-door-and-setting-me-free-forever key.
I was stupid enough to believe that I would know what I was looking for when I had found it.
I traveled far for that key. I turned my mind upside down and inside out for it.I tried everything and looked under every putrid and immoral place for it. When it seemed that I was getting close, it was not to be found and I had to start my search again.
One day, in a land far from my home shores, I walked along a street and heard a man singing about a key he had found. He told me it was the key that was once in the Garden of Eden, but was lost. It was later found in the Laws of Moses, but again would disappear. It would pop up at various times among the people in the land of Israel, but then be gone again. One day it appeared in a man who called himself God. He told the people about the key. Then he did the strangest thing. He made a sculpture of it upon a hilly landscape and place himself upon it. It was the key! It was the key that opened heaven's gate and the mind of God to me. It fitted everything. It was the key I had been looking for. It unlocked all the doors of my heart and the depths of inner rivers of joy that flowed out unhindered from within me.
I wonder sometimes if people have stopped looking for that wonderful key because they no longer believe that there can be one key. I own a master key to my house. It unlocks all the doors. I have one key to life too. It is that key on the hill.
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