Would I Play a Different Tune?

by

Alberta Fisher

(Musical terms are in shaded bold type. If desired, several different types of instruments may be displayed, e.g. horns, small keyboard, drums, guitar, etc.)

I envision my life a “melody of music” touching others each day. If I knew I only had one more day to live, would I play a different tune? Would I conduct this exclusive day with a little more expression?

On this unique day, I want to be sharp. Sharp to hear the hurting cries of people around me. Sharp to notice individuals discouraged and depressed. I will respond quickly with a smile, hug or encouraging word.

Middle C (mediocre) will not be adequate. I intend to reach out above the norm and lend a helping hand. Many lives have struck a flat note and are complacently strumming a monotonous jingle. Why have I not seen these hurting ones before or at least heard a faint cry for assistance?

Mrs. Elderly is lonely today. I will visit her. I will bring her cookies. Her eyesight has failed. I will read to her. Mother Children-at-Home is so busy with routine duties. I will volunteer to babysit while she does an activity she enjoys or runs some errands. Mr. and Mrs. Poverty have nothing to eat. I will bring them some food.

Why did I wait so long to aid these hurting ones? I could have filled in the gaps of loneliness with grace notes (ornamental notes and embellishments) of “helps”. I could have brought better harmony to their lives but I was too busy! Can I make up for this neglect in one day?

The orchestral postlude (concluding musical piece) to my final day will be presenting to others the drum-beat of my heart. What has made my life so fulfilled? Yes, I will most assuredly tell them about Jesus Christ! Tell them how He can bring beautiful music to their lives with a simple payer of forgiveness and faith. Previously I have neglected telling others. Today, the determination in my proclaiming will crescendo (increasing power of tone). I knew I should have shared the “good news”. Why did I wait so long?

My greatest fear is going through this tearful twenty four hours unaccompanied. I want all my family and friends to improvise with me in singing that final song. I want to be perfect in playing that last interlude before that inevitable funeral dirge (musical composition designed for a funeral).

How was the performance of my life? Will there be a forceful applause for an encore? Will I be remembered? Would someone’s life have been made better because I lived? Did I play that perfect hymn of praise and adoration to my King? “But whatever things were gain to me, those things I have counted as loss for the sake of Christ” (Philippians 3:7 NAS).

Would I share a different melody? Yes! It’s never too late! I will endeavor to play “a different tune” today.