Joe Edwards was a
young man in his twenties working as a salesman for a St. Louis piano company.
They sold pianos all over the state by advertising in small town
newspapers. When they received sufficient replies, they would load their
trucks, drive into a designated area and sell their pianos.
Every time they
advertised in Southeast Missouri, the company received a postcard which said
“Please bring me a new piano for my granddaughter. It must be red
mahogany. I can pay $10 a month with my egg money.”
Of course, the
company could not sell a new piano for just $10 a month. No finance
company would carry a contract with payments that small, so they ignored the
postcards.
One day, Joe
happened to be in that area and out of curiosity decided to look up the old
lady. He found pretty much what he had expected. She lived in a
one-room sharecropper cabin in the middle of a cotton field. The cabin
had a dirt floor and there were chickens in the house. Obviously, the old
lady would not qualify to purchase anything on credit without having a car, phone,
or a real job – with nothing but a roof over her head, and not a very good one
at that. The grandchild she was raising was a ten-year-old barefoot girl,
wearing a dress that had been made from a feed sack.
Joe explained to the
old lady that he could not sell a new piano for $10 a month and told her that
she should stop responding to their ads. He drove away heartsick.
His advice had no effect at all. The old lady still sent the same post
card every now and then – always requesting a new red mahogany piano and
swearing she would never miss a $10 payment. It was so sad.
Years later, Joe
owned the piano company. When he advertised in that area, the postcards kept
coming to him. For months, he ignored them. One day when Joe was in
the area something occurred to him. He had a red mahogany piano on his
truck. Despite knowing that he was about to make a terrible business
decision, he delivered the piano to the old lady and told her he would carry the
contract himself at $10 a month with no interest for 52 payments. He took
the new piano in the house and placed it where he thought the worn roof would
be least likely to deposit rain on it. And he admonished the old lady and
the little girl to try to keep the chickens off of it. Joe left, feeling
sure he had just thrown away a brand-new piano.
But the payments did
come in – all 52 as agreed – with coins taped to a 3×5 card in an envelope.
It was incredible!
As time passed, Joe
forgot about it. Twenty years later, he was in Memphis on business.
After dining at the Holiday Inn, he passed by a lounge where he heard the most
beautiful piano music. There a lovely young woman was playing a beautiful
grand piano.
Being a pianist of
some ability himself, he was stunned by her virtuosity, and sat at a nearby
table to listen and watch. She smiled at Joe, asked for song requests,
and later took a break at his table.
“Aren’t you the man
who sold my grandma a piano long ago?”
It didn’t ring a
bell right away, so Joe asked her to explain.
She started to tell
him, but suddenly Joe remembered. She was the little barefoot girl in the
feed sack dress! She said her name was
Elise and told Joe how she had learned to play the piano. Since her
grandmother couldn’t afford lessons, she learned to play by listening to the
radio and duplicating what she heard on the piano. Later she started
playing in church, and then in school, where she won many awards and a music
scholarship.
Awesome, isn’t
it? Incredibly enough, the seeds that we
sow are potent with monumental harvests. We just don’t know how much we
can accomplish, simply by investing ourselves. The Winans recorded an
apropos song:
We give ourselves
for Your cause,
We dedicate our
lives to reach the lost
And though we don’t
know
All whose lives
we’ve touched with love.
For we may never
know all the people we have touched,
For we never know
all of the lives that we have reached,
But we know YOU know
for our record you do keep
And when the end
does finally begin
We shall receive a
great reward for what we’ve done.
We’ll receive a
great reward for what we’ve done.
As we fervently pray
for the writer of this song, Pastor Marvin Winans (who is now battling Covid-19),
let us be encouraged to persist in our life endeavors. Only Heaven knows
the full impact of our journey.
Sisters and brothers,
be continually blessed and please (above all else) MAKE SURE YOU ARE READY TO
MEET YOUR SOON COMING KING. Maranatha!