Do You Hear the Music?

The story came out a few years ago.


A Master violinist donned a baseball cap, stood next to a garbage container near the revolving doors of a major transit station.  Opening his case, he tossed few coins as "feeders." 


Closing his eyes, he begins his impromptu concert as busy commuters rushed by.


Joshua Bell - only a few weeks prior performed at the Library of Congress with ticket prices going for a minimum of $100 a guest.  Here, the public is given a free sampling of his talents, but they are oblivious.  Children would tug at their mother's hand, craning to stop and listen but the busy parent would continue on their rushed agenda.  Others would toss a few coins in the case as they hurried out the door.  Some would linger only to continue on to their appointments.  A handful caught that there was something special about this "street" performer.  Only one would know.


Do I hear the Music?  


.....the hurried rush out the door
                stop and listen to the One Who directs my paths


.....an extended hand of addiction and deception
                remembering I am broken, too


.....harsh words thought and spoken
                let my words be seasoned with salt


.....a child's curiosity
                oh, to have faith as a child


.....a quick prayer
               kneeling till it hurts


.....depression, sadness, discouragement
            He has experienced the wilderness, too - take shelter under the shadow of His wings


.....affliction in sickness and death
              Jesus wept - He mercies are new every morning


He is here - do you hear the Music from the Master?




Inspired by the Sermon topic: Religious Practices: April 29, 2012, Daniel Fender