Chuck Swindoll is one of my favorite preachers. He tells the story of a kid in the concert hall.
The great Polish pianist Paderewski was scheduled to perform. A mother of a young boy either couldn’t find a sitter or thought it was a good idea to give her son some culture, so she brought him to the concert. While she was talking, he squirmed away and found himself on the great stage. Curiosity led him to the Steinway Concert Grand Piano. He climbed on the bench and started to play chop sticks.
The folks in the theater heard sound and turned to see what was going on. They were aghast to see a boy banging away at that fine piano.
Some said, “Get that child out of here!”
“Whose kid is that?”
Meanwhile, backstage, Paderewski heard the commotion and saw the boy. He quietly walked onto the stage and came up behind the lad. Reaching around he improvised a magnificent piece as the boy continued to play chop sticks!
That master pianist turned that boys best efforts into a thing of absolute beauty. All the while, he kept whispering to him, “Don’t quit . . . keep playing your doing great.
Sometimes our best efforts are about as good as chopsticks in a concert hall. Fortunately, the master is right behind us whispering, “It’s okay, don’t quit, stay at it you are doing great,” while he turns our weak effort into a thing of beauty.
Paul said it like this:
And He has said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me. . . for when I am weak, then I am strong. (2 Corinthians 12:9)