The Harp

From the time she was born, Susie would visit her Grandparents house in the summer for several weeks at a time. There she would build unforgettable memories of joy that would always be with her. One of her favorite memories is the beautiful harp that is displayed above the fireplace. Her Grandfather would take it down for her and play for hours and hours beautiful music. This big man, who’s trade was a Lumberjack, would handle this instrument so carefully and delicately. Through the years, her Grandfather taught Susie how to play and handle this delicate harp.
Years past, and Susie grew into a young woman. She went to school to be a nurse, and loved her job. She always wanted to help people who was sick, and that was exactly what she was doing with her life. She worked at the hospital in rotating shifts. She made each patient a personal matter to her. She lived by herself in a small apartment. She had purchased herself her very own harp, where when she would retire for the day, she would play for an hour before bed to unwind and relax. While she would play, beautiful memories of childhood with her Grandfather would dance in her mind.
How disturbing it was when Susie heard the news that her Grandfather had terminal cancer and was given a very short time to live. Susie decided to take a leave of absence and go to take care of her Grandfather in his last days on this earth. Upon entering his house, it seemed that everything in his house was the same as it was the last time she visited him several years ago. Nothing had changed, except the beautiful harp that hung above the fireplace. It looked old and dusty; it hadn’t been played in years. One night, after she had tucked her Grandfather in his bed, she decided to take down the harp and play it. While dusting it off, she accidentally dropped it and it cracked the outer layer of wood. Susie was distressed that this instrument, that was cherished by her Grandfather, was now broke in half. She knew that she had to get it fixed, but every place that she went to could not mend the broken harp. She searched the internet for harp repairers. She made phone calls upon phone calls that lead to dead ends upon dead ends. Hope of mending her Grandfathers harp was fading quickly.
One evening, after returning from the market from getting household supplies and groceries, there was her Grandfather, sitting on the front porch, playing the beautiful harp. Full of amazement and joy, she told her Grandfather about the accident and how she couldn’t find anyone that could repair the harp. She asked him, “Who mended this harp back to perfection?” Her Grandfather answered, “Why dear, I made this harp from my own hands, I can surely repair anything that I make, with ease.



So many times we as simple humans don’t relate this to, God Almighty, The Maker of All Things. When people get sick, like Susie’s Grandfather, we never realize that God, if he chose to do so, could repair this person easily, for He made this person, and He can fix this person. I heard a similar story like this yesterday at Daymond Jackson’s funeral, and it touched my heart. God’s choice was to bring Daymond home with Him in heaven. God could have reached down and repaired Daymond, but Daymond’s time on earth was complete, he touched many souls on earth, made disciples in the “Great Commission”, and now, God has decided to bring him home.
Upon entering the Kingdom of Heaven, Daymond will receive a beautiful crown, a huge mansion, and hear the words, “Job well done.”