The Master’s Hands

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A mother took her young son, who was just beginning to learn to play the piano, to hear the world-famous pianist Jan Paderewski in concert.

After an usher showed them to their seats, the mother … walked down the aisle…  The little boy saw an opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall, and eventually found his way through a door marked “NO Admittance”. …

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

At that moment Paderewski made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy’s ear, “Don’t quit. Keep playing.”

Then Paderewski leaned over, 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 added a third part. Together, the old master and the young novice transformed a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience.

The audience was mesmerized.

That’s the way it is with our heavenly Father. What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. We try our best, but the results aren’t exactly graceful, flowing music. But with the hands of the Master, our life’s work truly can be beautiful.

Next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully. You can hear the voice of the Master, whispering in your ear, “Don’t quit. Keep playing.” Feel His loving arms around you. Know that His strong hands are there, helping you turn your feeble attempts into true masterpieces.

Remember, God doesn’t call the equipped; He equips the called.

As long as you are trying your best to do what He knows is best, He’ll always be there to love and guide you on to great things.

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The more we let God take us over, the more truly ourselves we become -  because He made us. He invented us. He invented all the different people that you and I were intended to be. It is when I turn to Christ, when I give up myself to His personality, that I first begin to have a real personality of my own.  – C. S. Lewis


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