When I looked at this week’s gospel, I saw the parable of the fig tree, which tells us how God gives us a second chance. Rather than cutting down the fig tree, the gardener took care of it and gave it another chance to bear fruit.
God gives us a second chance. By repenting for our sins, we receive God’s forgiveness. I’d like to share a poem with you about an old violin that, like us, was given a second chance. It’s another image of God’s love for us.
It was battered and scarred and the auctioneer
thought it scarcely worth his while
to waste much time on the old violin.
But it held up with a smile.
What am I bid, good folks? He cried.
Who’ll start the bidding for me?
A dollar, a dollar, then two, only two?
Two dollars and who’ll make three?
Three dollars once, three dollars twice, and going for three, but no!
From the room far back a gray haired man
came forward and picked up the bow.
Wiping the dust from the old violin
and tightening the loosened strings
He played a melody sure and sweet
such as an angel sings.
The music ceased and the auctioneer
In a voice that was quiet and low
Said, what am I bid for the old violin?
And he held it up with the bow.
A thousand dollars and who’ll make it two?
Two thousand and who’ll make it three?
Three thousand once, three thousand twice and going and gone! said he.
The people cheered and some cried,
We don’t quite understand.
What changed its worth? Quick came the reply:
The touch of the master’s hand.
And many a man with life out of tune
and battered and scarred with sin
Is auctioned off cheap to the crowd,
Much like the old violin.
A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
a game and he travels on.
He’s going once, he’s going twice.
He’s going and almost gone.
But the Master comes
and the foolish crowd
never can quite understand
The worth of the soul
and the change that’s wrought
by the touch of the Master’s hand.
Sincerely in Christ,