Excerpt from The Touch of the Master’s Hand
by Myra Brooks Welch and Bob Kelly
‘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 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 a master’s hand.”
Just think of it: even if we’re down and out…when we feel so worthless and unimportant, God dotes on us so much that He created a fantastic world for us to enjoy and discover. He loves us so much that He became man so that He will be closer to us…no longer unreachable, no longer alien, no longer so far from us. He loves us so much that He sent His only Begotten Son to redeem us. Redeem! It means that we are His and He wants us back! No matter how far we’ve strayed or fallen, we are always just a within reach of His grace, His forgiveness, and His love.