A Master’s Touch

The Touch of the Masters Hand

Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin,
but 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
gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust
from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody
pure and sweet as 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 a 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’s wrought by the touch of the Master’s hand.

Myra ‘Brooks’ Welch

All I can say is wow. I heard this poem this morning in church. It was soo beautiful, yet so real. I sit here, in the library, I should be studying, but can’t help but think about this. I look at my life and see how stained, how wretched it is, yet I also see something beautiful, something extravagant. I realize, it is only by His hand that I am this beautiful, this extravagant being. Without His hand, I would be nothing, I would be filth. It is at this realization that I must state, If you see your life blemished or broken, open up and let the touch of the Master’s hand make you beautiful again. it is at that point, that you too will see beauty in the broken.

Through His Power

I’m sorry for this large period of inactivity. School has been super stressful. I’m just so busy trying to be the President, trying to be a student, trying to organize activities, and trying to nurture my relationship with Christ. As I write, you probably wonder why I am using the word trying. Well, that is all I can do is try. I can’t do. Well, at least I can’t without Christ. All I can do is try and try and try, but with Christ I can accomplish.

I think so many times, we stress ourselves out trying so hard to accomplish things that in our human weakness, are impossible to achieve. I don’t know how I am staying afloat with everything on my plate, I don’t know how I’m going to continue to do so, but I sit here and think, with the love of Christ in my life I can do this. Your prayers would help alot. I know I said I was going to do a series on love, I still intend to do that, but man, I have to find the time. But I guess, in my headachy state, what I’m trying to say is, as humans, we need more to keep us afloat. We need more than our own power to help us accomplish the things we need to get done on a daily basis. We need Jesus, we need his power. I remember, I think it was Josiah (if I remember correctly) who was in a desperate situation, and he cried out to God, “I don’t know what I’m doing, LORD, I need your help” So many times, we are lost, trying to accomplish too much outside of God. We need to get inside of God so to speak and with Him, we can do all things. So yeah.