During my first year of teaching violin and piano lessons, my eyes have been opened wide to the multitude of excuses, from lame and trite to excessively elaborate, for missing lessons and not practicing. The following story wins the grand prize in my opinion.
A grade school boy had missed two lessons in a row. The first was due to a case of bronchitis. The day before his next lesson the mother called to inform me that he had broken his left thumb and had an appointment with a doctor; he would be unable to use that hand for six weeks. "How unfortunate!" I exclaimed. "But he can still come to his lessons, because he needs plenty of review on note names, rhythm dictation, and other theory. We can keep him advancing in his skills instead or regressing, as he would if he were to miss six weeks of lessons." She agreed with me, and this ended our phone conversation.
Three days later, I stopped by my favorite coffee shop for my coconut mocha, and guess who I saw in the line? Yes, my student with his mother. I asked sincerely how his thumb was doing. His mother said, "Tell her what happened!" He then proceeded to explain to me that he had gone to church and God had healed his hand. Sure enough, God had done such a good job of healing his hand that there was not the slightest sign of bruising or stiffness.
At this point I am filled with mixed emotions. Shall I choose to be overjoyed and amazed that God still performs miracles even today, or should I be perplexed and digusted that someone would use their faith to lie and deceive?
I don't know about you, but I tend to be a bit of a skeptic...
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