The Master’s Song

The Master’s Song

There once was a Master Song Writer who decided to write a song.  In His heart, He heard all of the beautiful parts to His piece.  He wrote parts for the violin, parts for the cello, beautiful parts for the flute and the clarinet.  He wrote deep moving parts for the timpani drums and wonderful notes for the piano.  He wrote sweet parts for the obo and the French horn. 

He was so excited about His song and couldn’t wait to hear it played.  He gave the song to His symphony directors who in turn gave the music to the symphony musicians, who looked it over with mixed feelings.

Some of the musicians knew the Master and were familiar with the kind of music He composed.  They knew the beauty that lay in His notes and the freedom they experienced when playing His songs. Others didn’t know the Master, but had heard of Him and were therefore some-what excited to play His music.  Still others who didn’t know the Master, were not at all excited to play His music.  In fact, they murmured and complained about how difficult it looked, how intricate the notes and the rhythms were; How totally unusual His music was. Never-the-less, they all gathered to play it. 

The sheet music was very clear and concise and though the song had some seemingly difficult measures, the music was easy to follow.  The directors of the orchestra took turns and stood before the musicians, giving them directions as they played through the beautiful music.  But some of the musicians in the rhythm section didn’t like the rhythm that the Master had written and decided to change it while others followed the directors and played exactly what was on the sheet music.  Some of the musicians decided that they needed to “liven up” certain measures by improvising instead of following closely what was written.  Still other sections decided that they needed to make certain measures easier to play, according to their standards.  But, in every section of the symphony, there was a remnant who stayed true to what the Master had written for them to play and followed the direction of their directors. 

The Master, listening from a short distance away, was heart broken at how His symphony orchestra had decided to interpret His song.  But, He also recognized that there was indeed a remnant contending to stay true to His notes.  As He listened and watched, He took out His little Book and wrote down their names for future reference. 

Then He said to Himself, “My song as I wrote it is beautiful.  How can I get everyone in My symphony to play it as I wrote it down!  And He knew!  I will send My Son.  He is a great and wonderful Director.  He has never, ever missed the mark in playing My songs.  He has always played every note exactly as I desired.  He has an intimate understanding of My music and My heart.  He is loving and patient and will be able to lead each person to see my heart in this musical piece.  Surely, they will follow Him. 

The sheet music is the Word of God, the Bible.  It is a beautiful piece, written by the Master.  The symphony orchestra is the body of Christ.  The directors were the teachers and prophets of God.  God’s Word was given to us, to be followed and played out exactly as it was written.  God recognized that some of us were having trouble staying true to His Words and He sent His Son, Jesus Christ, the great Director, to lead us.  Because Jesus was blameless and perfect before God, because He knew the Word, and because He knew the heart of the Father, He was the only One who could truly lead us and give us understanding of God’s Word.

No matter what others in our symphony orchestra are doing, how they are interpreting the music, changing His Notes according to their standards, we are to contend to stay true to the Master and His Music.