I am such a loser.  I lose my glasses, my wallet, my memory and the latest was the key to my office.  Yesterday I exhausted every reasonable possibility for where I might have left it.  I even dreamed last night that it was on the floor of my car.  Guess what.  Dreams don't always come true. It wasn't there this morning.  

We use keys for almost everything - doors, cars, computer access. The list can go on and on.  Often times the most difficult key to find is one that will open our understanding to human relationships.  Counselors, psychologists and psychiatrists make a very good living trying to help us in this area. When we were young we looked for the key to the heart of that someone special.  

I sometimes hear preachers tell me they have the key to Daniel 11.   I even believe I have the key to salvation and living forever.  His name is Jesus. It is very simple and yet ironically it is also complicated.  Seventeen times Paul uses the word "mystery" in connection with the Gospel, righteousness, faith, godliness and iniquity.  It really is mysterious how the death of one righteous man can satisfy justice for the sins of billions. See Romans 5:17.   While I certainly will not be foolish enough to challenge God over what appears to be a disparity of right and wrong, I will accept. I think I will spend much of eternity trying to understand God's concept of justice.  It seems so biased in our favor.  I want the key to all these mysteries.

And, oh yes.  I now have the key to my office.  This morning my wife found it in the dog's water dish.  Aren't puppies fun?