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Topic: New Year (05/09/05)
TITLE: The Touch of the Master's Hand
By Joanne Malley
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TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN…
I watched the crowd from Times Square in New York City.
Another year was almost gone—soon to be forever stolen by the frigid gust of city wind.
Remnants of memories were sure to be left behind in the burrows of many minds where they’d be treasured or forgotten. Old experiences, old friends and old ways would lead to new beginnings. New relationships and new dreams would inevitably be ignited.
I saw hopeful faces anxious for a new start. It seemed as if only I noticed the vulnerability that hovered above. Giddy laughter and festive attitudes buried their uncertainties. Their problems echoed in the streets, frozen in time and temporarily forgotten, while they relied on the promise of new hope. Their lives faced a future that may sway like the metropolitan winter winds or like the tail end of a calm breeze, but those who lived by following the lead of the Master’s hand knew peace, despite the type of wind or direction it swayed.
Each passing year, I felt proud to be part of the thrilling experience in the most fabulous city in the world. The spectacular event drew enormous crowds. In mere seconds, the end and the beginning would be marked in unison.
SIX, FIVE, FOUR…
Many people, many faces and many lives stood before me. I closely surveyed the people with a passion. I yearned to know the story of each one, but only God knew the stories their hearts could tell. Sadly, many didn’t know He could lead the way with a promise of the new hope they sought.
People from all walks of life scurried about. Many drank in celebration of the New Year, many stumbled, and many would fall.
I felt dizzy with excitement.
It was almost my time to shine with the approach of the New Year. I heard cheering and saw smiles and, of course, I noticed the occasional tears. There were kisses and hugs shared by many. None of these things I would ever know.
I made my way down, timed with precision, as I greeted the crowd. I was proud to sparkle as a magnificent, multi-faceted Waterford crystal creation, but my beauty could never compare to the brilliance and fire of the human soul.
THREE, TWO, ONE…Happy New Year!
Through the commotion, I wished for all to choose to hold the Master’s hand as I said goodbye, for He can provide them with a light that shines brighter than my stunning crystal ball ever could.
The people soon disappeared into the cracks of their own lives and were swept away by many different winds. Unfortunately, some would whirl about endlessly, uncertain of their direction.
My brilliance shines once a year, but yours can last a lifetime … by the touch of the Master’s hand.
”Whenever your life is out of tune and no melody soothes your soul, look to the Master whose gentle touch will bless you and make you whole. Like an old violin with so little worth, a life may be far less than grand, but may be transformed in a moment you see, by the touch of the Master’s hand.”
Words of Ken Brown
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