The notes sounds over and over again. Slowly moving in the tiniest motion until they are reach the precise wave frequency that is in correct alignment with one another. A note is plunked, then adjusted, then plunked again, and adjusted again. Slowly the old piano is becoming whole again as each individual key is brought to a place of rightness. I sit down at the piano as the tuner leaves. My scales fit with one another, there is no longer the dissonant sound of flat pitches hitting one another.
The rightness won’t last forever. Give it some time, some bumps, some weather changes, some hard playing, and the strings will slowly move from a whole, complete sound to a sound that clashes and feels disjunct. Not far down the road I will have to call the tuner and he will again sit at the piano, plunking and adjusting. But for now I am thankful for the wholeness. And the reminder.
We, like all instruments, have the tendency to go out of tune. A bump here, a dry season there, some hard hits, and our notes are flat, or sharp, and clashing among each other, hindering the music we are meant to be making. The longer we live in this place the more dissonance we hear and the less music is conveyed. And as an out of tune instrument is no longer good for what it is made for, we too stop functioning and living as we were created to be when we slip away from being tuned.
Come thou fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing thy grace.
For me it looks like this. After I eat breakfast, kiss my husband goodbye, and a run a few miles I sit down on my couch with my bible and journal. A lovely hour of study and prayer and coffee refills passes by and then it is time to get up and go forward with the tasks for the day. My heart is tuned to Spirit and I sing sweetly of mercies never ceasing and songs of loudest praise.
Sometimes it is several hours later, sometimes its not even thirty minutes. But without fail my heart has quickly wandered, and whether by upset plans, miscommunication with others, or my own mood swings I find my song has turned to the screech of an untuned instrument.
What happened to the sweet refrain of the morning? Or those valiant resolutions from the night before, and why is it suddenly so sour? We are no longer tuned to the Spirit.
I am the most fragile of instruments. It only takes the delay of installed internet or the arrival of an unexpected budget item or the slightest hint of disproval in another’s voice and I am nothing but a hammer banging at out of tune strings when I was meant to be a whole instrument, singing the praises of the Lord in perfect consonance.
I can’t wait until the next morning to tune. Unlike my piano that needs to be tuned every six months or so, I am like a lose guitar with a constant need for attention to my pitches.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God?
The urgent tasks of the moment can wait. They are of less importance than they seem, and if tried with a straying heart will result only in clamor anyway. Set aside your work for a moment. Put away the distractions. The living God waits, eager to bind your heart to His. Return to His wholeness, return to His peace.
We are going to get bumped in our days. We’ll get hit hard. Our strings will slip out of place. That much is sure. In this world you will have trouble. But our tuner is close. If we stop, if we come to him, if we seek forgiveness and surrender ourselves back to him, our hearts will again be tuned to sing his grace.