Years ago, a radio station received a letter from a shepherd who lived on an isolated ranch in the western part of the United States. Never before had the station received such a request. It read, “Will you please strike an ‘A’ on the piano in your studio? I am far from a piano, and the only comfort I get is when I play my worn out violin, and it’s out of tune. Will you please strike an ‘A’ so I can get it in tune again?” The life that is lived between the white lines of faith and fact will always be tuned to “A.”4
The longer you play on the string of life, the more
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