When the house lights dimmed and the concert
was about to begin, the mother returned to
her seat and discovered that the child was missing
Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights
focused on the impressive Steinway on stage.
To her horror, the mother saw her little boy
sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out
‘Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.’
At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and
whispered in the boy’s ear,
‘Don’t quit .. . . keep playing.‘
Then, leaning over , Paderewski 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 he added a running obbligato.
Together, the old master and the young novice
transformed what could have been a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience.
The audience was so mesmerized that they couldn’t recall what else the great master played.
Only the classic,
‘ Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star.’
Perhaps that’s the way it is with God.
What we can accomplish on
our own is hardly noteworthy.
We try our best, but the results aren’t always
graceful flowing music. However, with the
hand of the Master, our life’s
work can truly be beautiful.
The next time you set out to accomplish great feats,
listen carefully. You may hear the voice of the Master, whispering in your
‘Don’t quit . . . Keep playing.‘
May you feel His arms around you and
know that His hands are there, helping you
turn your feeble attempts into true masterpieces.
Remember, God doesn’t seem to
call the equipped, rather, He equips the ‘called.’
Life is more accurately measured by the lives you touch than by the things you acquire. So touch someone by passing this little message along.
May God bless you and be with
‘Don’t quit .. . . Keep playing.‘
by Timothy Kendrick
I read this in a book and I believe it is powerful. Most ideas I have are from books or talking to (successful) people.
Creating our own opinions and deciding for ourselves what works in our lives and what does not.
Our conscious minds, if we allow can be bombarded with a ton of worthless garbage that does not enhance our personal, spiritual or professional states.
Aristotle said, “We are what we repeatedly do”.
So if we continually watch, listen to, or participate in the daily dose of “BREAKING NEWS” that “sells”, this contaminates our minds.
There is nothing wrong about staying informed on what is going on in the world. Keep in mind that News is a business and it must sell. What sells? Tragedy baby!!!
Having breaking news about the miracle of the sun rising again today doesn’t cut it. It is taken for granted. Or a new baby being born today meaning to me that this is God’s way of saying he hasn’t given up on the human race just yet. “Human Race”, where are we all racing too? THE GRAVE.
When you find happiness in a smile that is success.
You will average 25,500 days in your life. Enjoy the day no matter what happens.
When I was in Africa with the government there was a “dog and pony show” where we went to an orphanage and we were going to show all the great work “we” were doing. I had been on enough of these that I was not thrilled at escorting some diplomats through more lies.
Before the “dignitaries” arrived we got the quick tour and were told not to go in this one room because the children there were terminally ill. You guessed it, I went in the room and there were all these little kids lying down on the floor on these crappy little mats. Everyone else went on to “smooze” and I just lay down in the middle of the floor with all of these sick kids, none of them older than 6 or 7 and there must have been about 30 or so of them.
They smiled at me and I smiled back. They were perplexed because this was “a forbidden room” for anyone. More than a couple of them crawled up to me and put their little heads on me, Hell I don’t think they ever saw a Caucasian before. So as everyone was at another building with the “dog and pony” show I had more than a moment of bliss with these sick kids (actually I fell asleep with them).
There lives were almost over but their memory would touch me forever.
It doesn’t take a lot of light to wipe out darkness now does it?