GRACE LAZINESS

The Trumpet stared at its image in the glass and smiled vainly at the gold glint. It was the oldest Trumpet alive, mature and toned, waxed daily by the museum attendant before being placed in the laser secured glass box. The Trumpet thought about the days when beautiful breath would flow through it and fill orchestra pits with blasts of bliss…

 Those days when its master would caress it and tweak every button that mattered till sonorous music rippled through the hearts of royalty… those days…

“Remember those days?” The Trumpet whispered to the Flute on its right and the Flute groaned

 “Oh! God, not again” The Flute rolled its eyes and pretended to be asleep

 “Hey Flute” The Trumpet hollered loudly “Don’t you dare act asleep… show some respect for the oldest Trumpet alive”

 “Old man” The Flute screamed back and the whole museum came awake with tired moans “Age has got nothing to do with achievements… you may be the oldest, but younger Trumpets are being blown in orchestras while you gather dust in this museum” 

“Watch your tongue boy” The Trumpet tried to shout the much younger Flute down

 “Would both of you just get married and quit bickering?” A slackened Cello groaned from a dark corner

 “Better yet break up” the Trombone on the right of the Trumpet smirked

 “I am the oldest instrument in this museum and I demand some respect” The Trumpet screamed at all the instruments in the museum and received acerbic murmurs

 “Not old enough to be in any fairy tale” an unnamed instrument snickered from a high shelf and the entire museum rocked with musical laughter

 “If I were to be the Trumpet I was ten years ago” The Trumpet hollered “I would walk through this entire edifice blasting your old bums with some crazy trumpeting”

 “What happened?” The Flute whistled “have the wheels in your wheelchair left you behind?”

 The museum shook again as musical laughter butted its foundations. While all the diverse instruments from diverse origins laughed, the Trumpet thought about all the beautiful moments that it had experienced; the mouths that have kissed it… the lungs that have blown it… the fingers that have twirled it and a single tear rolled down its cheek…

 At a point in time… some distant time… this Trumpet was the most beautiful instrument alive… its master adored it… the crowd worshipped it and it could take away sorrow just by surrendering its body to whoever was skilled enough to blow it…

 What happened you ask?

 While the Trumpet was coated with gold on the outside, inside, it was just mere iron. Overtime, the moisture that had gathered on the iron led to rusting. So, instead of beautiful music… the Trumpet squeaked and eventually ended up in the Museum as the oldest Trumpet alive… 

A lot of us are like this trumpet… shiny and glossy – what everyone sees… brittle and unrefined – what we truly are…

 When we accepted Christ, we ran with zeal and did great things for God depending on grace that comes with the person of Christ… but overtime we got carried away by the carnality of humanity – the true nature of sinful man without Christ… our innate lusts got hooked on the materialism of life and we forgot our first love… Now all we talk about is what we did and thank God for his grace…

 Grace is no license for any Christian to be lethargic… Paul says He strives so as not to frustrate the grace of Christ… and Christ says that we ought to work when it’s day for night comes when no man can work…

No one is exempt… If we have received grace… let’s feed it with the Word of God and stay sharp & relevant for Christ…