Instruments

“This is the pen,” the docent said proudly in front of the red velvet ropes and plexiglass case with the goose quill pen lifted and lighted like the sacred relic it was, “with which Dickens wrote A Christmas Carol, Oliver Twist, and A Tale of Two Cities.” The student in the back looked away, questioning whether it was actually the pen of the famous author. Even at his age, he knew it was never about the pen. It was the one who held it.

It’s the same with a violin or piano, a paintbrush or chisel, football or baseball mitt. On their own, they’re nothing but objects. Placed in the hands of an artist, however, they become so much more. When object meets artist, buckle up. Magic happens.

There’s a famous prayer that begins by asking God to make us instruments. The prayer reminds us that we were created to be instruments placed in the hands of the great creator. What occurs when we are held in God’s hands, used for God’s work, is nothing short of miraculous. Instruments like you and me can become instruments of peace, love, forgiveness, even grace.

Love can take the place of hate, faith push doubt aside, and hope transform despair. 

The key is to get our role right. As much as our egos will protest, we’re not the hand. We’re the pens, and that is something to celebrate daily.