[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":4},["ShallowReactive",2],{"reading-0502":3},"MAY 2\r\nThe Lord hath prepared his throne in the heavens; and his kingdom ruleth overall (Psalm 103:19).\r\nSome time since, in the early spring, I was going out at my door when round the comer came a blast of east wind-defiant and\r\npitiless, fierce and withering-sending a cloud of dust before it.\r\nI was just taking the latchkey from the door as I said, half\r\nimpatiently, \"I wish the wind would\"- I was going to say change,   but the word was checked, and the sentence was never finished.\r\nAs I went on my way, the incident became a parable to me. There came an angel holding out a key; and he said:\r\n\"My Master sends thee His love, and bids me give you this.\"\r\n\"What is it?\" I asked wondering. \"The key of the winds,\" said the angel, and disappeared.\r\nNow indeed should I be happy. I hurried away up into the heights\r\nwhence the winds came, and stood amongst the caves. \"I will have\r\ndone with the east wind at any rate-and that shall plague us no\r\nmore,\" I cried; and calling in that friendless wind, I dosed the\r\ndoor, and heard the echoes ringing in the hollow places. I turned\r\nthe key triumphantly. \"There,\" I said, \"now we have done with that\"\r\n\"What shall I choose in its place?\" I asked myself, looking about   me. \"The south wind is pleasant\"; and I thought of the lambs, and the young fife on every hand, and the flowers that had begun to\r\ndeck the hedgerows. But as I set the key within the door, it began to bum my hand.\r\n\"What am I doing?\" I cried; \"who knows what mischief I may bring    about? How do I know what the fields want! Ten thousand things of ill may come of this foolish wish of mine.\"\r\nBewildered and ashamed, I looked up and prayed that the Lord would\r\nsend His angel yet again to take the key; and for my part I promised that I would never want to have it any more.\r\nBut lo, the Lord Himself stood by me. He reached His had to take the key; and as I laid it down, I saw that it rested against the\r\nsacred wound-print\r\nIt hurt me indeed that I could ever have murmured against anything\r\n\r\nwrought by Him who bare such sacred tokens of His love. Then He took the key and hung it on His girdle.\r\n\"Dost THOU keep the key of the winds?\" I asked. \"I do, my child,\" He answered graciously.\r\nAnd lo, I looked again and there hung all the keys of all my fife.\r\nHe saw my look of amazement and asked, \"Didst thou not know, my child, that my kingdom ruleth over all?\"\r\n\"Over all, my Lord?\" I answered; \"then it is not safe for me to\r\nmurmur at anything?\" Then did He lay His hand upon me tenderly. \"My child,\" He said, \"thy only safety is, in everything, to\r\nlove and trust and praise. --Mark Guy Pearse.",1783499792985]