Some people look at themselves in the mirror and think – Ahhh, what a wreck! What could God ever do with me? But what if He doesn't see you the way you do? What if, actually, He has this amazing plan?
Yesterday on the program we were talking about the fact that it can be a lot easier to believe in something like the resurrection of Jesus or eternal life than to believe that God could or would step into a particular situation or problem and help us right here and now let alone that he'd step into who we are and deal with some of the rubbish that's going on inside us. How could God take a beaten-up old wreck like me, me for goodness sake, and do anything with me?
I want to be the "me" I was meant to be but it all just seems impossible. And you know, so many people have that problem, I had that problem. It's only now that as I look back on almost twelve years of walking every day with Him I can see how patiently he's restored me back to what I was meant to be. He means to make us into a new creation, to throw out the rubbish, to keep the good stuff and restore us back to his original plan.
There's a beautiful poem by Myra Brooks-Welsh I'd like to share with you today. It's called The Touch of the Master's Hand, maybe you've heard it before maybe you haven't but it's really worth listening to. Here it is:
much time on the old violin but he held it up with a smile. "What am I bidding 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 grey haired man came forward and picked up the bow. Then wiping the dust from the old violin and tightening the loosened strings he played a melody pure and sweet as carolling angels sing.
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 a bow. "A thousand dollars? 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 don't quite understand, what changed its worth?" And swift came the reply, "The touch of the masters hand." And many a man with life out of tune and battered and scarred with sin is auctioned cheap to a 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, 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 is rort by the touch of the Master's hand.
It's just incredible to me how easily we put ourselves on the scrap heap. How easily other people put us on the scrap heap.
Life throws some horrid things at us, I'm 48 years old now, I've been through a marriage breakdown and a divorce as I said yesterday. Twelve years ago, that's where I came to faith in Christ in the middle of all of that. And when you're experiencing deep rejection you have this sense of worthlessness. It was like I lost everything, all my hopes, all my dreams, all my future, I was just like that dusty old violin. Truly.
People don't expect the guy on the radio to talk about himself like that but that's how it was. I just couldn't see beyond tomorrow. I couldn't see how I could ever be useful again. Or achieve anything again. Or become the me I was meant to be. Who the heck was that anyway? But there's something you have to realise about a dusty old violin, it's still a violin. Maybe it's neglected, maybe it's disused, maybe it's a bit out of tune, maybe it doesn't look mu