Faith Revolution

Ron, the piano tuner, stopped by yesterday.  He is a really nice gentleman and I enjoyed his visit.  Ron grew up in DuBois, PA, so we both have Central Pennsylvania connections.  I have only known Ron for a few months, but I feel like I have known him much longer than that. 

Some years ago, maybe about five or six, I found a Yamaha piano in a house that we were buying to rehabilitate.  The house had been empty for a number of years as the owner had been in a nursing home, and had just recently passed away.  The owner of the house, and the piano, was the proprieter of a music store in Clearfield and later Curwensville.  I asked her son about the piano.  He was happy for me to haul it away for $200.  I was taking a risk.  I knew the piano had not recently been given care and that there may be some damage.

Now five years later, I sat in my “Archie Bunker” chair and watched as Ron worked on this piano.  As he began, he said to me, “Cliff, If I can get this thing into tune, you’ll have something here.”  So, for the next hour or so, Ron cranked and turned on the wrench.  He hit keys and played various chords.  I watched the look on his face as he turned his ear this way, then that.  Slowly, my $200 risk began to sing a lovely tune and a wonderful smile began to come over Ron’s face.  After he finished, he turned to look at me.  He didn’t have to say a word.  I could tell that Ron took great pleasure from the work that he did; turning something that didn’t sound good at all into an instrument that could make beautiful music.  “I just increased the value of your piano by at least a thousand dollars,” he told me.  “You got a real buy.”  I didn’t fully realize what Ron meant until after he was gone and I sat down to play it myself.  The smile that Ron had on his face appeared on mine.  The tone was incredible!

As I observed Ron working, at times well pleased and at other times, unsure of the outcome, I had a picture of God working on me, working on you.  I saw Him working on the church and humanity trying to bring all into harmony, to bring out that beautiful tone that He knows is there somewhere.  God cranking on that wrench turning His ear toward His creation.  His fingers lightly playing various beautiful chords as he listened. 

If we all could, if we all would let the Master, who has perfect pitch, tune us, what wonderful tone we would have. 

What a beautiful harmony would be heard.