Don’t quit, keep play­ing..!

Pakistan Observer - - OPINION -

ITS been a few months since he’s vis­ited me, but I know one of th­ese days there’ll be a call and, “Sir may I come over?” I know he’ll come and sit with me, talk about his work with the poor from his state of Orissa, have lunch with me and then dis­ap­pear for a while again.

I call him Mr Prab­hakar and had met him some years ago when he had come down from his vil­lage with hardly any knowl­edge of English; to­day he speaks like an Englishman. He was a shy, re­served man, to­day he can sit with kings!

His power came from no one but his Master above! Wish­ing to en­cour­age her young son’s progress on the pi­ano, a mother took her boy to a Paderewski con­cert. Af­ter they were seated, the mother spot­ted a friend in the au­di­ence and walked down the aisle to greet her. Seiz­ing the op­por­tu­nity to ex­plore the won­ders of the con­cert hall, the lit­tle boy rose and even­tu­ally ex­plored his way through a door marked “No Ad­mit­tance”

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. In hor­ror, the mother saw her lit­tle boy was 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 obli­gato. To­gether, the old master and the young novice trans­formed a fright­en­ing sit­u­a­tion into a won­der­fully cre­ative ex­pe­ri­ence. The au­di­ence was so mes­mer­ized they couldn’t re­call what else the great master played. Only the clas­sic “Twin­kle, Twin­kle Lit­tle Star.” 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 ex­actly grace­ful flow­ing mu­sic. But with the hand of the Master, our life’s work truly can be beau­ti­ful. Next time you set out to ac­com­plish great feats, lis­ten care­fully. You can hear the voice of the Master, whis­per­ing in your ear, “Don’t quit. Keep play­ing.”

Feel His lov­ing arms around you. Know that His strong hands are there help­ing you turn your fee­ble at­tempts into true mas­ter­pieces. Re­mem­ber, God doesn’t call the equipped: He equips the called!

And He’ll al­ways be there to love and guide you on to great things as He did with my friend Mr Prab­hakar. I never call him Prab­hakar, I al­ways put a ‘mister’ in front; a lit­tle man who be­came a star twin­kling with the Almighty..! — Email: bob­s­ban­

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