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Topic: THE WHOLE WORLD IN GOD’S HANDS (not the song) (05/28/15)
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TITLE: Music on Ordinary Days | Previous Challenge Entry
By Leola Ogle
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Mother was a writer and teacher of philosophy. Father was a politician, a statesman with aspirations to be the leader of his nation. Having a child wasn’t a welcome event, but somehow they would work Marcus to their advantage in their goals.
The care of Marcus was given to Nanny. Nanny loved Marcus and he adored her. Nanny was filled with music. From his earliest memories, Nanny sang songs of a king who was king over all kings, a savior who willingly gave his life for humanity, and that God had ultimate control over the whole world.
These melodies made Marcus feel loved and at peace. That God held the world in his hands was real to Marcus because it was real to Nanny. He was five when Mother and Father decided he no longer needed Nanny. They hired Governess and Teacher-Tutor, for it was important that Marcus’s mind be enriched and filled with knowledge and not whimsical melodies from Nanny.
Marcus grieved over the loss of his beloved Nanny. Over time the melodies of Nanny that were stored in his heart and mind slowly faded.
To the delight of everyone, Marcus absorbed knowledge like a sponge. At a young age he could debate philosophy and talk politics like an adult. Mother and Father paraded him before their peers, proud of his intelligence and knowledge.
Marcus was fourteen years old when he was sitting in the garden studying a book on world leaders. His ears picked up a melody long forgotten. It was refreshing like a pleasant dream. Marcus closed his eyes and let the melody flow over him.
The melody told of a love like none other, of a king who dwelt among common people, of the god above all gods who held the world in his hands. The voice wasn’t Nanny, but when Marcus searched for the source, the melody ceased.
That evening Marcus was included at the dinner table of his parents, who were hosting numerous renowned individuals. Marcus was often included so that his parents could show off his intelligence and vast knowledge.
This night was different, though. Marcus did not want to debate world events or discuss current philosophies or governments. He asked if anyone else knew the melodies of Nanny or the melody he heard in the garden.
His parents and their guests gasped. “There is no God who holds the world in his hands. Only weak people need a savior or messiah,” they murmured.
A heated, lively discussion ensued and Marcus slipped away. He sat in the garden hoping to hear the music. The silence sucked hope from him. A lone tear slipped down his cheek. Maybe they were right. There was no God.
Marcus didn’t visit the garden for a week. He feared he had imagined the melody. When he returned to the garden, the melody was clear and resonated within his soul. He rushed to the source before it ceased. He found a simple man pruning the roses. He smiled and introduced himself as Gardner.
Marcus visited Gardner every chance he could. Gardner encouraged Marcus to join him in the melody. Marcus tried, but his melody was flat, for Marcus sang with his head and not his heart.
By the time Marcus was ready for college, his melody began to sound like Nanny’s and Gardner’s. Unfortunately, in college the professors and students did not believe in God who holds the world in his hands. Marcus felt pressure to conform and to enlarge his knowledge and intellect. The music faded so gradually, Marcus hardly felt the loss.
He studied to be a doctor. His goal was find a cure for cancer and diseases that plagued mankind. Before starting his career, and despite his parents’ objections, Marcus agreed to go on a medical mission trip to an impoverished country.
In a makeshift clinic in a small village, a sound floated on the breeze. Marcus turned from the child he was examining, a smile spreading across his face. Peace warmed his heart.
He eventually married the beautiful young lady who sang the song, and they returned to his country. Their music filled their home. Their children were bathed in its truth. The beauty and truth of their music gradually won his parents.
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