The inside job..!

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AH! The awesome, exalting sound of the pipe organ as it fills a hall..! What magnificent, glorious sound! And what majestic looking instrument; its flute like pipes rising high into the roof and seemingly disappearing into the heavens! Years ago as a youngster I joined a choir.
The conductor not too sure that puny skinny me could produce bass sound asked me whether I was willing to press the pump to see that enough air filled the pipe organ so that the organist could produce sound. I readily agreed as all I wanted as to be somewhere near choir.
I am sure it was my enthusiasm and zeal in working the pump that ultimately got me a place in the choir and not voice..! It was also my proximity to such beautiful sound produced by the instrument that has made me love the instrument. In a remote Swiss village stood a beautiful church. It was so beautiful, in fact, that it was known as the Mountain Valley Church.
The church was not only beautiful to look at – with its high pillars and magnificent stained glass windows – but it had the most beautiful pipe organ in the whole region. People would come from miles away – from far off lands – to hear the lovely tones of this organ.
But there was a problem. The columns were still there – the windows still dazzled with the sunlight – but there was an eerie silence. The mountain valley no longer echoed the glorious fine-tuned music of the pipe organ.
Something had gone wrong with the pipe organ. Musicians and experts from around the world had tried to repair it. Every time a new person would try to fix it the villagers were subjected to sounds of disharmony—awful penetrating noises which polluted the air.
One day an old man appeared at the church door. He spoke with the priest and after a time the priest reluctantly agreed to let the old man try his hand at repairing the organ. For two days the old man worked in almost total silence. The priest was, in fact, getting a bit nervous. Then on the third day – at high noon – the mountain valley once again was filled with glorious music.Farmers dropped their plows, merchants closed their stores – everyone in town stopped what they were doing and headed for the church. Even the bushes and trees of the mountain tops seemed to respond as the glorious music echoed from ridge to ridge.
After the old man finished his playing, a brave soul asked him how he could have fixed the organ, how could he restore this magnificent instrument when even the world’s experts could not. The old man merely said it was an inside job. “It was I who built this organ fifty years ago. I created it – and now I have restored it. That is what God is like. It is He who created you, and it is He who can, and will, restore you..!
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