Years ago we had a janitor named Robert King Creasy who had a key chain with almost 100 keys on it, a key for every door in the church before we purchased a master lock and a master key. Creasy lived here in the church, knew everything that was going on in church, and kept it spotlessly clean. Every once in awhile when Robert Creasy would sneak up on kids and catch them where they shouldn’t be, or catch them doing things they shouldn’t do, he’d always jingle his keys to let them know he was coming. That way the kids could straighten up before Mr. Creasy got there.
· I wonder if Jesus is jingling
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