I never could play a musical instrument. I was so bad the one semester I had to be in the band my mother refused to let me practice in the house. I had to go outside and in the cold of winter the mouthpiece to a Baritone is quite cold. Needless to say I didn’t practice enough to understand “fine tuning.” Suzy has taught me that an orchestra always begins a concert by the oboe playing a perfect “A”, and then every instrument tunes to the perfect note.
I was never good enough at golf to need to “fine tune” my game. My golf game needed major surgery. I guess as close as I ever came to “fine-tuning” was when I was a baseball pitcher, and I would spend hours working on the placement of my pitches against the side of my grandmother’s house.
Lent is a time where we “fine tune” our relationship with God. It is so easy for our worldly priorities to cause us to be off-key. We get so busy, we get so self-absorbed, we get so bogged down in minutiae, we hardly notice that our spiritual life has gone slightly flat.
Even the greatest violinist turns ever so slightly the tuning pegs of his Stradivarius to reach that perfect note. Allow those Lenten tuning pegs such as prayer, meditation, fasting, and service bring you back into harmony with that person you are meant to be.
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