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Only For The Master

A ragged boy with a violin under his arm once roamed the streets of a great European city. Because he had no home or family, he wandered from place to place for food and shelter.

This urchin had a strange gift for music. He would stand on the street corners and play for the passing crowd. They were entranced by what they heard, and would often gather to listen. When he had finished playing, they would toss some coins at his feet. In this way he made an honest but meager living.

In this same city was a famous musician. One day he happened to pass by the place where the ragged boy was playing. His attention was arrested by the unusual quality of the music. He lingered until the crowd had passed on, and then approached the little violin player, "Son, to whom do you belong?"

"I don't belong to anybody," the boy answered.

"Well, where do you live?" was the next question.

"I don't have any place to live. I just sleep on the streets, or wherever I can."

The man thought for a moment and then said, "How would you like to be my boy and come to live with me? I'll teach you all I know about how to play the violin."

The boy's eyes sparkled though the dirt and grime, and answered, "Mister, I'd love it!"

So the great musician took the little street urchin to his own home. He had him cleaned up and dressed up, and he became like a father to him. For several years he poured into the eager young mind and heart all that he knew about playing the violin.

Finally the boy was ready for the first public recital, and the word went out that a great new musical prodigy was about to appear on the concert stage. On the night of the performance the house was filled to capacity; even the balcony was packed.

At last the boy came out, put the violin beneath his chin, and began his concert. He played such music as the crowd had never heard before. At every pause there was deafening applause.

For some reason, however, the boy did not seem to pay any attention to the ovations. He simply k ept his eyes turned upward and played on and on. The audience was mystified by his strange manner. Finally, on man in the crowd said, " I don't understand why he is so insensible to all this thunderous applause. He keeps looking up all the time. I'm going to find out what is attracting his attention!"

Moving about in the concert hall, the observer finally found the answer. There in the topmost balcony was the old music master, peering over the banister toward his young pupil. He was nodding his head and smiling as if to say, "You are doing well, my boy: play on!"

And the boy did play on, not seeming to care whether the audience laughed or applauded. He kept his gaze turned upward. He was playing to please the master only.

Christian friend, is not this story a vivid reminder that we ought to live so as to please Christ only? He is our master, the One to whom we should look for approval, and the One for whom we ought to live every moment of our lives.