Psalms 103:19

The lot is cast into the lap; but the whole disposing thereof is of the Lord.

Shall there be evil in a city, and the Lord hath not done it?

Some time ago as I went out my door in the early spring, a blast of easterly wind rounded the corner. It seemed defiant and merciless and was fierce and dry, raising a cloud of dust ahead of it. As I removed the key from the door, I quite impatiently began to say, “I wish the wind would . . .” What I was about to say was change, but my thought was stopped and the sentence was never finished.

As I continued on my way, this incident became a parable for me. I imagined an angel handing me a key and saying, “My Master sends you His love and asked me to give you this.” Wondering, I asked, “What is it?” “It is the key to the winds,” the angel said and then disappeared.