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A note from Mackenzie

From the November 2001 issue of The Christian Science Journal

I'm Mackenzie, and I'm 12 now. When my flute was missing, I felt real sad, almost scared, about what could have happened to it. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to be in the band anymore because I didn't have an instrument.

At first, when I got the old loaner, I thought, Yea, I got a new flute! But then, I couldn't really play it. And it wasn't new and shiny. I was disappointed. Then, after my mom and I made up the story about the old loaner flute, I felt as if this flute was a symbol of something grand and marvelous. But I still couldn't play it.

The day the band director worked with us individually, before it was my turn, I started to pray. I silently sang hymns, and prayed with psalms I knew from the Bible. I realized that as God's child I had to be able to play the music He created.

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