I replayed the moment I sold the sax. Envious and consumed by greed—God was revealing a side of me I hadn't known existed. I turned to verses on praising God, then thanked God for the lesson. My turmoil fled.
Months later, I spied my sax buyer hunched over a box, sifting through old sheet music. He spied me too. "I don’t know if you remember me but I bought a sax from you a while back. It rekindled my passion for playing and now, being retired, I volunteer to teach kids how to play." He wiggled his fingers over the keys of an invisible sax. I noticed his frailty, his worn clothes, and his scuffed shoes.
The lesson was clear to me. It wasn’t my blessing that got away. I was only the middle man in delivering that man's blessing to him. He, in turn, became a blessing to others. On earth God uses our feet of clay to deliver miracles. If I should lose everything tomorrow, I still have what matters, family, friends and God's plan for me. And in that, I give thanks. |