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LITTLE JOHNNY AND THE FLUTE MAKER
In a park in a small Midwest town, each day an old
man was sitting on a bench, whittling on a piece of
wood, and little Johnny, after seeing him there for
several days came up to the old man and ask what are you
doing with that old piece of wood?
The old man replied I’m making a flute!
A flute, what is that Johnny asks?
The old man with tired blue eyes looked at Johnny,
and replied if this is made right, the wood is good and
sound, this will someday make beautiful music. So each
day Johnny would watch as the old man whittled on that
piece of wood.
The old man said this piece of wood must be worked with
care and each hole must be the right size and grooved
just right to make the proper note.
One day when Johnny went to the park the old man was
just setting there doing nothing but looking at that
piece of wood that he had been carving for so long.
As Johnny approached the old mans bench, he took his
flute and started playing the most beautiful music
Johnny had ever heard.
Everyone in the park that day came over in a hushed
mood to hear the old man play on that old piece of wood.
That old piece of wood had become a beautiful musical
instrument that literally sent tingles down Johnny’s
spine as he listened to that old man play.
Each day the people would gather there to hear and enjoy
the music played on that old piece of wood. That old
piece of wood had became a finished instrument that
played such beautiful music for all to hear.
One day sometime later Johnny went to the park and saw
the old man just setting there with his hands in his
lap. In one hand was his flute he had so craftily carved
from that old piece of wood, and attached to it was a
note. The old man just sat there motionless. Johnny
could see no movement at all. Not knowing what to do,
and very frightened, he ran home to get his mom.
Upon returning, there gathered around the old man was a
crowd of people. As Johnny approached, the crowd parted.
Standing next to the old man was a police man holding
the flute with the note attached.
Seeing Johnny, the police man cleared his throat and
handed Johnny the flute. Everyone became very quiet as
the police man read the note.
To my little friend Johnny;
You have watched me make this flute from a discarded old
piece of wood that no one wanted. However, I could see
something special in that old piece of discarded wood.
Now, Johnny I give this to you, and always remember
this. We, all of us have something very special to give,
but first the master carver must find that special
quality and work with it, so it makes beautiful music,
as did this old discarded piece of wood that no one
wanted. That master craftsman Johnny, is "THE LIVING
GOD".
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By Dale L. Neill of Lewiston, Idaho |
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8/17/04 |
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