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A strange instrument hung on an old castle wall – so the legend runs. No one knew its use. Its strings were broken and covered with dust. Those who saw it wondered what it was and how it had been used. Then one day a stranger came to the castle gate and entered the hall. His eye saw the dark object on the wall, and, taking it down, he reverently brushed the dust from its sides and tenderly reset its broken strings; then chords long silent woke beneath his touch, and all harts were strangely thrilled as he played. It was the master, long absent, who had come back again to his castle.
It is but a legend, yet the meaning is plain. In every human soul there hangs a marvelous harp, dust covered, with strings broken, while yet the Master’s hand has not found it. Is there no joy in your heart? Is your soul harp hanging silent on the wall? Have you learned the secret of glad, happy days?
“Oh! Could the tender Christ but brush away,
And o’er the slumbering tones his fingers sweep,
A world would pause to catch the echoing chord
Of music wakened ‘neath the touch of God.”
Open your heart every morning to Christ. Let him enter and repair the strings that sin has broken, and sweep them with his skillful fingers, and you will go out to sing through all the day. Only when then song of God’s love is singing in our heart we are ready for the day.