The little girl was walking unsteadily with that determined look of concentration that only children can communicate with pure innocence, as she tried to control the stroller as the little wobbly wheels moved in and out of the cracks in the sidewalk. Minutes before she was sitting in the stroller. You know what I'm talking about; that light weight baby-stroller, the one that looks like a toy, the last one that parents use because the child doesn't need it anymore. It symbolizes a "phase," but don't we phase-out of certain things. The little girl was phasing-out of her stroller. Didn't she at moments when she was being dressed, glance into the corner and see it, and realize that it was a key for her mobility? Now, not only does she not want to ride in it; but she wants to walk and push it, or put her doll in it. It's still a key but not for her. The second little girl is climbing the steps up to the top of the monument, and then when she reaches the top she mounts her little bicycle. Why not just carry her up the steps? Why does God allow you to do certain things that he could do for you? Can we identify those moments when we say "Put me down, I want to try to do it. " The key isn't that we exclusively phase-out of things, because Christianity and its culture isn't a phase. It might hurt us when we see people enter into the sheep-fold, but then after awhile we don't see them anymore. For them it was a phase; they came in "frisky," delighted, charming, and engaged. So it's a "key" to be able to spot a phase, in contrast to what shouldn't be considered one; and furthermore to identify those who are phase-oriented. Even romantically, some people are in it for a phase, they aren't taking it serious; even to their own detriment where applicable. I saw the gentleman (he looked like a handyman) and he looked like he was about to bust a vein in his neck, as he tried to sharpen the tool or instrument. I thought to myself, "He's not playing he's really trying to sharpen that thing." To him, not only was that a key, but he wanted to make it a sharp key. The thing about keys, is that most people consider them to be useless, when they're not informed of what the key opens. What good is a key if I don't know what it opens? A key is a clue; it speaks of something that is missing, and might possibly be locked. What if I just walked up to you and handed you a key? You would most likely have no idea of what the key opens. Jesus has made us sharp, and he has made us keys; we have the power to open up eternity for sinners who repent. Imagine how many keys you have, that you are unaware of? Forgive me: I moved into a new apartment yesterday and they gave me a bunch of keys; but I believe that this message is relevant.