A dear friend of mine told me about the time she went searching for a piano for her front room. She had a vision in her mind’s eye of the perfect shape and size piano that she wanted; a baby grand with an antique flair that she would place in just the right spot as a display of grace and beauty in her home. But you can’t find a piano like that just anywhere.
I can imagine my friend began her search for the piano in the kind of places where one finds eclectic items: antique barns, second-hand retail, maybe even the Goodwill. I know she didn’t find what she was looking for there, though. She had to dig a little deeper and scour the newspapers and want ads. She had to make phone calls and long drives on her treasure hunt for the perfect piano.
I was amazed when she told me where she found it.
She had made a call to inquire about a piano for sale that sounded like it might just be the one. When she heard the voice in the background of the old woman to whom it had once belonged voicing her loud concerns, I think maybe my friend knew then that this piano was for her. After all, one couldn’t mistake the trepid staccato of a heart that loved a thing well and wished it only the best.
The long drive to retrieve the piano was daunting, but not so daunting as the shape she found it in when she got there.
It was in pieces. In trash bags. Oh my.
I wonder if my friend ever thought of backing out of the deal. I wonder if she thought maybe it was too much trouble; if it was all a mistake; that maybe it was too broken to ever be fitted back together, much less into the lovely vision of grace and beauty she had envisioned.
She paid the full price for the piano despite the pieces and the bags. And then she brought it home.
Her husband is a maker. He makes the most beautiful dulcimers; long and slender masterpieces from the hearts of trees that sound like the souls of them singing. His gifted hands pulled each piece of the split piano from its various black bags and slowly and skillfully began to put it back together. Painstakingly, tenderly, he put the pieces back together; restrung the strings, weighted the keys, and sanded and stained and polished, until it was finished.
The piano now sits in magnificent display in the room it was intended for, with keys gleaming, lid half-propped; gorgeous inside and out, like a piano that once were played for royalty.
You, friend, may feel broken beyond repair and bagged up and ready for the garbage. But Jesus is on the way. He’s been searching high and low for you, for not just any person will do; for your purpose, for your place, He needs you. He’ll find you. He’s paid full price for you in advance at Calvary. And He’ll take you home and put you back together. He’ll clean and polish and sand away the ugly marks that sin and despair have left on your life. You won’t believe what majesty, what grace He’ll show through you. Then He’ll put you in His front room, just to show you off.
“For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.” Ephesians 2:10