NEVER BROKEN BEYOND REPAIR

NEVER BROKEN BEYOND REPAIR

 As life unfolds, we experience reversals and setbacks, typically unexpected, sometimes unthinkable.  Satanic suggestion says recovery is unlikely, or even impossible.  As a result, many choose the avenue of apathy, never living according to God’s magnificent design – merely existing.  Others develop deep roots of bitterness, passing through days in cynical contemplation of what might have been, or might never be.

 My friend, no matter what your natural senses suggest about your predicament or possibilities, GOD has designed you as HIS MASTERPIECE.  So never quit, because GOD is not through with you yet!

 Recently, I read an intriguing true story.  One of the greatest ambitions of any violinist is to play a Stradivarius.  Meticulously handcrafted by Antonio Stradivari, these rare violins produce an unrivalled sound.  So we can envision the excitement that the acclaimed British violinist, Peter Cropper, felt when London’s Royal Academy of Music offered him a 258-year-old Stradivarius for a series of concerts in 1981.

 But then the unimaginable happened.  As Peter entered the stage he tripped, landing on top of that rare violin and snapping its neck completely off!  We cannot even begin to envision how Peter Cropper felt at that moment.  A priceless masterpiece had been utterly destroyed by his clumsy act.

 Peter Cropper was inconsolable.  He took the violin to a master craftsman, doubting that he might be able to repair it.  But repair it he did.  So perfect was his repair that the terrible break was totally undetectable; and, more importantly, the sound quality was even more exquisite.

 The Academy was most gracious and allowed Cropper to continue using the Stradivarius.  And so, night after night, as Peter drew his bow across those incomparable strings, he was reminded of the fact that what was once thought to be irreparable damage had been fully remedied by the hand of a MASTER CRAFTSMAN.

 Peter’s unanticipated experience reminds me of my Mother’s favorite poem, which is entitled “THE TOUCH OF THE MASTER’S HAND,” by Myra Brooks Welch.  It happens to be my favorite also.

 ‘Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer

Thought it scarcely worthwhile

To waste much time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
“What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried,

“Who'll start the bidding for me?”
“A dollar, a dollar.  Then two!  Only two?
Two dollars, and who'll make it three?”

“Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice;
Going for three…” But no,
From the room, far back, a grey-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;
Then wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loosened strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet,
As a caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said: “What am I bid for the old violin?”
 And he held it up with the bow.
“A thousand dollars, and who'll make it two?
Two thousand!  And who'll make it three?
Three thousand, once; three thousand, twice,

And going and gone,” said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried,

“We do not quite understand.
What changed its worth?” Swift came the reply:
“The touch of the Master's hand.”
And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd
Much like the old violin.

A “mess of pottage,” a glass of wine,

A game — and he travels on.
He is “going” once, and “going” twice,

He's “going” and almost “gone.”
But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd

Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought

By the touch of the Master's hand.

 Remember: Neither your life, nor the life of your loved one, is broken beyond repair.

 Sisters and brothers, be continually blessed and please (above all else) MAKE SURE YOU ARE READY TO MEET YOUR SOON COMING KING.  Maranatha!