"The Concert"

[Dee Bee]

I'm not an evangelist for any particular religion, but I was inspired by this forward I received. Perhaps you will be, too.

The Concert

When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that her child was missing.

Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage. In horror, the mother saw her little boy sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out "Twinkle,Twinkle Little Star."

At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy's ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing." 

Then, leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child, and he added a running obbligato. 

Together, the old master and the young novice transformed what could have been a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience. 

The audience was so mesmerized that they couldn't recall what else the great master played -- only the classic, "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."

Perhaps that's the way it is with God.

What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. We try our best, but the results aren't always graceful flowing music. However, with the hand of the Master, our life's  work can truly be beautiful. 

The next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully. You may hear the voice of the Master, whispering in your ear, "Don't quit. Keep playing." 

May you feel His arms around you and know that His hands are there, helping you turn your feeble attempts into true masterpieces.

[HurriCat]

Great post! But of course, for some darn reason, I can easily imagine "my" version based on my own experiences: I'm plinking away, but the Big Guy, instead of as you describe, pulls a W.C. Fields on me. I get a boot in the you-know-where and a "Go 'way kid... ya bother me." Seems like that sometimes, but it's often like a kid bugging the parent for chocolate cake; the parent gives the kid a modest, adequate slice, but the kid wants more - wants it all. God as our heavenly father is just like that. He knows our NEEDS and will provide. Our WANTS are different, and sometimes we get a loving, but firm "no". Kicking and screaming doesn't help - well, not with the end result, but I do it anyways.