They, of course, didn’t see Ebbie standing by the door. It was obvious to Ebbie that the piano teacher not only taught his students to play the piano but was also their friend. One day at the local ice cream parlor Ebbie noticed his friends and their piano teacher eating ice cream and laughing together. In fact, his untutored playing made Ebbie think that he might have talent. He really wasn’t that bad for someone who had never had a lesson. Sometimes when no one was around he would sit down at the piano at school and try to play. More than anything in the world, he wanted to play the piano. Pretty soon you guys will be wearing dresses and carrying purses!” And then Ebbie would walk off with a smirk on his face. “Playing the piano,” he would say, “is for girls. So when his friends talked about learning to play the piano, Ebbie would laugh and make fun of them. Ebed liked all those things, but more than anything he wanted to play the piano.īut Ebed’s family couldn’t afford the piano lessons for him. Boys aren’t supposed to play the piano they’re supposed to fish and camp and play sports. In fact, he wanted to play the piano more than anything else in the world. Ebed had music in his heart, but he wanted it in his hands.
In it you will find the essence of this book and, without sounding presumptuous, the essence of the Christian faith. On those occasions I want you to read this story again. You may even find yourself wishing that the things I have said were true, but you are afraid to believe them because nothing could be that good! You may think that I have gone off the “deep end” or that I have become a heretic. I suspect that is particularly true when presenting fairly radical ideas.Īs you continue to read this book, you may grow confused and perhaps a little angry. Or to put it another way, myth sometimes touches a deeper truth in us than philosophy. Some say that parables are closer to truth than polemics and that stories tell more than sermons. It is myth in the deeper sense of the word.
The story I am going to tell is true, but its truth is deeper than the story. Fiction is the telling of a story that is not true in a way that makes it seem true. Has turned into mourning.” – Lamentations 5:14-15īefore we go any further in our discussion of freedom and grace I want to tell you a story.
“The elders have ceased gathering at the gate, When Being Good Isn’t Good Enough, Thomas Nelson, 1990.
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