Have you ever felt lousy? Often when coming down with something – the flu or a cold we start to feel bad before any of the symptoms appear. Sometimes it is not a physical ailment that is bothering us. It can often be a mental or emotional let down that is causing us to feel bad. Sometimes we feel bad and we don’t know what is making us feel bad.
Dr. Maxwell Maltz tells a story of a woman in her mid-twenties who came to his office. She had a deep scar on her cheek from an automobile accident. The scar took away from her looks and was a constant reminder of the unhappy event in her life. Every time she looked into a mirror to brush her teeth or comb her hair, she could not help but see the scar and think, I look awful. In talking with Dr. Maltz, a plastic surgeon, he told her he could fix it! He told her he could smooth her face and the scar would be barely noticeable – if at all – and she would be a new person!
He operated. The operation went well. After a week she came back and he took off the bandages… and handed her a mirror. The scar was a thing of the past… it was gone! He watched in anticipation for her reaction. What do you think? How does it look? Do you like it? She responded, I really don’t see much improvement.
Shocked, he shared a before picture of her scar. She then said, It does look better, but I don’t feel better! It was then that Dr. Maltz realized that it is not the physical scars that control a person’s happiness, but the inward scars. Fixing the scars of sin is what brings peace and happiness.
Reminds me of the old poem, The Touch of the Master’s Hand
Twas battered and SCARRED, and the auctioneer
thought it scarcely worth his while to waste much time on the old violin,
but held it up with a smile; “What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried,
“Who’ll start the bidding for me?” “A dollar, a dollar”; then two!” “Only
two? Two dollars, and who’ll make it three? Three dollars, once; three
dollars twice; going for three..” But no, from the room, far back, a
gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody pure and sweet as caroling angel sings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, said; “What am I bid for the old violin?” And he held it up with the bow. A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two? Two thousand! And who’ll make it three? Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice, and going and gone,” said he. The people cheered, but some of them cried, “We do not quite understand what changed its worth.” Swift came the reply: “The touch of a master’s hand.”