I have an older sister who had the pleasure of learning to play both the organ and the piano. I plunked around on the keys and know a little about them, but my desire was to learn to play the guitar.
I begged my dad to get me a guitar whenever he asked what I wanted for my birthday or Christmas for several years. I felt as if my requests fell on deaf ears because it never materialized.
He reminded me that I had artistic talent (I used to do a lot of pencil and charcoal sketches). When I started college, one of the required courses was art. I must have been OK, because my college art teacher was convinced that I had taken art lessons prior to her class, despite my denials.
Fast forward to two years ago and one thought was to take some advanced art classes, which I decided against since I haven’t drawn in years and would need to take a beginning class again. The other was to pick up a guitar, so I did.
I have a book and a DVD to “teach” me the rudiments of the instrument. I was blessed, finally, with one when I was younger, but with no one to teach me how to play it, I lost interest.
Some friend of my brother’s taught me to play a John Denver song, but I knew nothing more. My son plays and plays well. He tuned it for me and showed me a chord or two and told me to practice.
He came into the house the other day and asked if I’d been practicing since the book and DVD sat out on my love seat. The instrument sat in the same spot I’d placed it in well over six months ago and has been moved only to sweep around it.
It’s kind of like the dance I did around the mower. I had to prepare myself mentally for it. But the guitar is more of a desire and not a necessity.
People cannot see that my guitar needs to be played or practiced to sound good. They didn’t even know I had one until now. They saw my lawn growing and looking wild with grass that needed trimming, so I had to keep up with that. Doing something for me is a different story.
Very few homes in America are without a Bible in some translation. We may attend church weekly or on the Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays each year. We profess to Christianity as our core belief and pat ourselves on the back for it. We are, after all, good people, right?
Then we hit a rough spot. Which way do we go? What are we to do? We ask our spouses, significant others, family, friends or neighbors. We reach out to the authorities for their legal input as well.
How many of us think to take out our instruction books for living? Seriously, my instruction book and DVD for the guitar do me absolutely no good if I don’t ever open them and read or watch the movie to walk me through the execution of learning to play.
Our Bibles do us no good if we do not take the time to open them, read through the verses and commit some to memory. With God’s word guarding our hearts, protecting our minds and spilling from our lips, we have the ability to accomplish anything. He is our guide to managing this earthly sod in any form of success.
Of course, none of us will make it out of here alive, but let’s make it easier on ourselves while we are here. Referencing Deuteronomy 8:3, the book of Matthew, states: “But He replied, It has been written, Man shall not live and be upheld and sustained by bread alone, but by every word that comes forth from the mouth of God.” (4:4)
Open the book.