It was a cold and dreary day when I decided to visit the piano shop. The sky was overcast, and a chill hung in the air, but I was determined to rent the Yamaha Piano for the Christmas Convention the following week. As a music director and a pianist , I had to make sure the keyboard was a good synthesizer and had excellent warm piano tones, hence my determination. Bundled up in my favorite sweater over my african wear, I made my way to the shop, anticipation building with each step. As I entered the store, the warm glow of the lights and the scent of polished wood greeted me. Rows of gleaming pianos stood before me, each one beckoning with the promise of musical inspiration. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement as I wandered through the aisles, running my fingers lightly over the keys of each instrument.
Finally, I found myself drawn to a particular piano tucked away in a corner of the shop. It seemed to call out to me, its rich tones resonating with a warmth that belied the chill outside. Without hesitation, I took a seat on the bench and began to play, allowing the music to flow from my fingertips. As I lost myself in the melody, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Despite the hustle and bustle of the world outside, in that moment, it was just me and the music. The notes seemed to dance and swirl around me, wrapping me in a cocoon of sound and serenity.
It was then that I noticed the couple standing nearby, their faces softened by the music. They approached me tentatively, a smile playing at the corners of their lips. “This is so calming,” the woman said softly. “It’s like we’re in church.” I couldn’t help but smile at her words. What amazes me was that, the song was in my local dialect “Twi”, yet she deciphered it was a song that declared the praise of God. I had an evidence right there – music is purposeful, music transcends language and its effects are incredible. It was a simple yet profound reminder of the power of music to touch hearts and lift spirits. In that small moment, I had ministered to someone without even realizing it, simply by allowing God’s gift of music to flow through me.
As I reflected on the encounter later, I was filled with gratitude for the opportunity to be a light to others with my God-given gifts. The words of Psalm 30:11-12 echoed in my mind, reminding me of the transformative power of God’s presence. He has turned my mourning into dancing, clothed me with gladness, and given me a voice to sing His praises. So, as I left the piano shop that day, I did so with a heart full of thanksgiving.
Oh, how sweet the sound of His love divine, In every stroke, in every line. For in the piano’s gentle refrain, I found His peace, I found His name.
And as the couple drew near, Their hearts touched by what they hear. “It’s like we’re in church,” they say, In awe of His presence, in awe of His way.
Notes of Divine Harmony: Michael Nsiah-Nimo
I was grateful for the chance to share God’s love through music, and I was reminded once again of the beauty and joy that can be found in His presence. Truly, He is worthy of all praise and thanks forevermore.
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