Don’t quit, keep playing..!
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: firstname.lastname@example.org