The Touch of the Master’s Hand
My friend told me a story about the value of something changing, depending on how it is treated and the intervention of a “Master”. People’s perception of its value changes accordingly:
“It was battered and scarred, and the Auctioneer thought it was scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin. But he held it up with a smile: What am I bid, good folks he cried, “Who will start bidding for me? “A dollar, a dollar”; then, “Two! Only two? Two dollars, and who will make it three?” “Three dollars once; three dollars, twice; Gone 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 loose 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 will make it two? Two thousand! And who will 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’s “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.”
That story describes the Cosmic Mystery of the intervention of God’s grace in a man’s life.