“What did you mean when you went to the altar last night, Harry?” Jack Wyrtzen asked. “Were you making a rededication of your life?” “No. I was giving my life to go to the foreign field.” Jack looked thoughtful. Pianists like him were hard to come by. “I just thought, Jack, why did God bring me back from the war, when fellows died all around me? He must have spared me because He had more for me to do than just play a piano.” What did it matter that people thought youthful enthusiasm had this time outweighed discretion? “You’ll look fine hiking through the Amazonian forest with a grand piano on your back. Whom are you going to play for - the jaguars? Going to throw your talent away? You’d better think twice before you make all your years of study and preparation a loss. Others who don’t have this gift of music can go to preach to those Indians. We’re expected to use our common sense, you know.” They were well-meaning people. The only thing wrong in their reasoning was that they were reasoning from man’s point of view - not God’s. The only answer was - “Christ gave His all. I cannot give Him as much as He has given me, but I’m certainly not going to give Him less than my all. Whether it’s to live, or whether it’s to die, I am His. His claim on my life is first.” The glowing flame had been kindled in Harry’s heart.
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