"O key of David and scepter of Israel, what you open no one else can close again; what you close no one can open. O come to lead the captive from prison; free those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death."
As
Sarah will be the first to tell you, I cannot keep track of my keys. I lose
them between the front door and the shoe rack. I lose them between the bed and
bedside table (I know, not much space BETWEEN the bed and the bedside table). I
even lose them in my office at work—on reflex the guard just hands over his keys when I get there in the
morning—and asks that I give them right back (before I lose them, he means).
I’d
love to live in a world without keys. Where I didn’t have to keep asking where
I put my keys, wondering if anyone had seen them in the short time they’d been out of my
hands. Where doors didn’t have to be locked. Where prisoners were free.
An
advent longing:
O come, O Key of David, and open that which will not be closed again.
Free us once and for all.
Peter
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