No, I didn’t take piano lessons while growing up. My parents had an electronic organ in their living room, which my father loved to play as best he could. When they upgraded to a better organ, the store salesman talked them into my taking lessons from him. Organ lessons. I can still play, but only with chords printed above the musical notes. Rudimentary to say the least. Not a pretty sight or sound!
Recently, we attended a private piano concert by a second year music/piano major we’ve known since early childhood. His… not ours! My, how he played that instrument! It was magical. The piano he played must have been well over a hundred years old. Beat up, ugly finish, scratches from top to bottom. This young man sat on a stool borrowed from a harp player. Makeshift…yet it seemed like he had played this borrowed instrument all his life! Old and tired piano, he made it sound new and alive!
He said that his final piece was most challenging. More advanced than what he had previously played for us. This number required a page-turner for the sheet music. His sister had been helping with that task. But for this composition, he called for his father’s help. Said that his father knew the music, and could better keep up with turning the sheet music.
As he was playing, with his father turning pages, I thought of the help our Heavenly Father gives us. He can because He knows all about what we’re going through in life. He should. He’s the author of life. He wrote the book. It’s about Him and His creation. He understands because He made it. Every bit of it. Father knows best.
As the Apostle Paul wrote in 1 Corinthians: ‘… by the grace of God I am what I am, and His grace toward me was not in vain. On the contrary, I worked harder than any of them, though it was not I, but the grace of God that is with me'(15:10). Like this young piano player, work hard. Practice. Apply yourself. Do it. Then do it again. Work harder. Knowing that it is the hand of the Lord that moves the pages we’re playing the musical notes off of. Jesus’ scarred hands offer good help with whatever page of life we’re on.
Lessons from this piano recital? We’re not alone as we trudge through life. Not at all. Our Father goes with us. He’s experienced…we’re novices. He knows the way. He turns the pages. He gives us strength while orchestrating harmonies in our discordant lives, helping us to play the last note, ending well for Him!
Prayer: Thank you, Lord, for always being with us… to help us. In Jesus’ name. Amen.