God Says You Are Acceptable

by kingteamdad

Walking to the Cumming Fair, Oct. 2004

Ramblings from Connor’s dad –  The story goes it was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer felt it was hardly worth his while, to waste much time on the old violin. But he held it up with a smile. “Well it sure ain’t much, but its all we got left, I guess we aught to sell it too. Oh, now who’ll start the bid on this old violin? Just one more and we’ll be through”.

And then he cried “one, give me one dollar, who’ll make it two, only two dollars, who’ll make it three, three dollars twice, now that’s a good price, now who’s gonna bid for me? Raise up your hand now, don’t wait any longer the auctions about to end. Who’s got four, just one dollar more, to bid on this old violin?”

Well the air was hot and the people stood around as the sun was setting low, from the back of the crowd, an old gray haired man, came forward and picked up the bow. He wiped the dust from the old violin, he tightened up the strings, then he played out a melody pure and sweet, sweeter than the Angels sing. And then the music stopped and the auctioneer,  with a voice that was quiet and low, said “now what am I bid, for this old violin”, and he held it up with a bow.

And then he cried out “one, give me one thousand, who’ll make it two, only two thousand, who’ll make it three, three thousand twice, you know that’s a good price, come on who’s gonna bid for me?” And the people cried out “what made the change, we don’t understand”, then the auctioneer stopped and he said with a smile, …”It was the touch of the Master’s hand.”

You know there’s many a man with his life out of tune, battered and scared with sin, and he’s auctioned cheap, to a thankless world much like that old violin. Oh, but then the Master comes, and that old foolish crowd they never understand, the worth of a soul and the change that is rought, just by one touch of the Master’s hand. (Taken from the song “Touch of the Master’s Hand” – Writer:John Kramp, Singer:Wayne Watson)

Those of us who are in Christ Jesus, might look beaten up and tattered by the world. Our strings are frayed, and our wood might be scratched. But thankfully our Heavenly Father saw enough value in us that He paid for us…with His Son! What the world might see as something of little value, He see’s us as PRICELESS!

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