I love my cousin's facebook status from this evening: "Live life so that others will want to know Him because they know you." They should be able to see the light in our eyes. It's not just some imaginary thing people talk about to make us feel special. We really do have a glow about us when we are doing what's right and are a shining example to those we see. You know those people who have more of a glow than others. At the fireside tonight, Pres. Ruben talked about his interview with a young man going on a mission who said he wanted to marry someone with that glow. I want that, too. More than anything. You can see the difference in glows throughout the church, even. And as Pres. Ruben mentioned, "birds of a feather flock together," or as I like to quote, "intelligence cleaveth unto intelligence; wisdom receiveth wisdom; truth embraceth truth; virtue loveth virtue; light cleaveth unto light." We attract what we are. I need to be as great as I once was; better, even, so that I may find someone with that perfect glow.
The Touch of the Master's Hand
‘Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while To waste his time on the old violin, But he held it up with a smile. "What am I bid, good friends?" He cried. "Who’ll start the bidding for me? One dollar! Only one? And who will make it two? Two dollars, once. And Three! Three dollars, once. And three dollars, twice. And going, and going," but no... From the back of the room a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow. And wiping the dust from the old violin, And tightening the loose strings, He played a melody pure and sweet as caroling angels sing. The music ceased, and the auctioneer with a voice that was quiet and low, Said, "What am I bid for the old violin?" As he held up the bow. "One thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two. Two thousand dollars, and three! Three thousand, once. And three thousand, twice. And going, and going, and gone!" said he. The people cheered, but some of them cried, "We don’t quite understand
What changed its worth." Swift came the reply. "’Twas the touch of the master’s hand." And many a man with life out of tune and battered and scarred with sin, Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like this old violin. A mess of pottage, a glass of wine. A game and he travels on. He’s going once, and going twice. And going, and almost gone. But the Master comes, and the thoughtless crowd never can quite understand The worth of a soul, and the change that is wrought by the touch of the Master’s hand.
We are all children of God, and we need to start seeing ourselves and those around us the way He sees us: with great potential. Even after all He knows about us, all our faults and mistakes, He still loves us. If we can't see that in others, we need to change our thoughts and actions for the better so we can have a more positive attitude towards others and life in general.
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