I said I would tell you about the key.
It is not easy to talk about, for the price that I paid to retrieve the key is beyond your imagination. Long ago, in the Kingdom Faraway, the key hung in a hallowed place in the great hall of my home. Citizens of my kingdom who knew something of its value, bowed as they passed by. Even they did not fully understand its mystery. Not at that time.
And then came the time of great sorrow. The key was taken away. It was stolen by a friend who had turned against me long ago. By fraud and deceit he slipped into my house and took the key from me. He took it to his home deep in the mines of Sheol. The bravest of my citizens dared not go there, so he was certain that I had lost possession forever of that which I held so dear. None would brave the inferno, even for the sake of the key.
The prisons on this planet became overcrowded. People began to die. I was sad at first, and then angry, and then I got busy. I am a master designer, so I set myself to the business of designing a plan for retrieval of the key. Without that key, I knew every living thing on this planet would die in their captivity.
I could not do it alone. I had other work to do. And yet, there was none among the citizens of my kingdom who would go into the inferno—none but one. And that one carried my heart bound up in his flesh. That one was my only begotten son.
Perhaps I should explain what I mean by "begotten son." I don't want all my other male children to think that I have disowned them. The truth is, I have many sons. And I love every one of them. I love them enough to die for them. But one son alone shares my genes. His genetic material, like my own, is not indigenous to your planet. That is why he had to enter earth through the womb of a woman—to take on human genes. It was through a human that the enemies got his hands on the key and only through a human could the key be retrieved. A God-man bearing both human and divine genes was the key to freedom for human kind. And so-my only begotten son came to earth. God himself born of a woman. Imagine that!
Of course mankind did not know how to treat him. All humans are afraid of things they don’t understand. I knew they would kill him—actually, that too was a part of the plan. Grief, and pain, and suffering are the catalyst for change on this planet. There was no other path to Sheol, and no other way to retrieve the key from the hand of the enemy.
So I let them abuse him. They beat him and mocked him. They spit on him and ridiculed him. And then, they killed him. I looked the other way. I could not bear to watch. I closed my eyes—for a moment—only the briefest of moments and the lights went out in the world—I opened them and saw the most glorious sight! My son! My triumphant son emerging from Sheol bearing the precious key!
Oh, the joy of our reunion! The excitement in the halls of the Kingdom Faraway. The bravest and true st of the entire kingdom returned to celebrate his victory. But never again has the key hung in the hallway of my home. It was the will of the one who purchased it with his own life to break that colossal masterpiece into billions of pieces and fashion from it a key which every human being can hold in their hand. The key to their freedom. Their passport to the Kingdom Faraway.
If only they could know. Perhaps you could tell them for me that they hold the key to freedom in their hand. They must be brave and take a step toward the door. They must get out of the chair—or they will never know.
Do you see her there—my girl in the window? She doesn’t believe in the power of the key. She will—someday for I will never cease speaking. Someday….she will believe and get out of her chair. Someday… she will use the brass key.
To be continued...