Most of us have probably heard the poem by Myra Brooks Welch called "The Touch of the Master's Hand." It's a poem about an old, battered and scratched violin being sold at an auction. No one was willing to bid on the violin until a gray-haired man came up out of the crowd, dusted off the bow, tightened the loose strings, and then played a "melody pure and sweet, as a caroling angel sings."
After hearing the beautiful song played on the violin, the bidding started off at one thousand, then went to two, and finally to three thousand dollars. And while the crowd cheered that the violin was sold for so much, some asked, "What changed its worth?" The reply was, "The touch of the Master's hand."
We often look at our own lives the way the crowd initially saw the old violin. We are well aware of our faults, shortcomings, and the general mess we have made of our lives. And we wonder if we will ever be able to have the kind of life that we've imagined for ourselves. And when it comes to having that life, just like for the violin, we all need a touch of the Master's hand.
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