The tips of my mother’s fingers were engraved by the marks of
practicing her violin. Most people knew her as a talented musician. I knew what that meant, a lifetime of
continual practice, and the permanent indentations to prove it.
Mom had no conception of free time. If she was not occupied by something urgent,
she was practicing. It didn’t matter
where she was, she would find a way to practice. In the bathroom, late at night, she played
with the vent fan on high to drown out the noise. Even in the car, when she was
waiting for carpool or one of us to come out of an appointment, she put that
time to use. She never stopped. Sometimes in the middle of a conversation, I
would see her drumming her fingers, knowing full well that she was playing a
sonata in her head. She did not practice
to become better; she practiced that she
would know the music, to be one with
it.
She would work on the same piece of music for years, playing
a difficult passage over and over to get it right, to make it natural, to
imprint the patterns of the notes in her fingers and her mind, so that when she
came to the hard part, she knew exactly how to handle it. In a
performance, when the pressure was on, she could then concentrate on the
essence of a piece as a whole, instead of focusing on an obvious pot hole. I
imagine her smiling as she approached the impossible. She was ready. Bring it on.
Recently in an article in the Wall Street Journal (“Practice
Makes Perfect – And Not Just for Jocks and Musicians,” October 27-28, 2012),
author Doug LeMov stated what my mom knew all along: “Practice lets us execute a task while using
less and less active brain processing.
It makes things automatic… What
drives mastery is encoding success – performing an action the right way over
and over.”
God calls us to do the same, to practice and to train
ourselves in righteousness – that which is good and right and loving. Just as highly technical passages did not
come naturally to my mom, so we must repeat, rehearse and practice our first response to
difficult situations and relationships, wearing a groove into our hearts,
encoding what God intends.
Practice grace in that turmoil.
Practice contentment .
Practice praise.
Practice joy.
Practice kindness intentionally .
Practice love.
What does that look like? Think it through, pray it through, and let
God change you. It is not a matter of “becoming
a better person,” but letting your Biblical worldview logically impact what you
do every day.
Go over and over again godly responses to your own difficult
(and possibly daily) passages. Practice
until it becomes automatic, and it becomes a part of you.
A few weeks ago, when I found myself heading
into a highly charged situation, I remembered the article about
practicing. And so, even before I
started to freak out over it, even before I began gathering up my ammunition, God
impressed upon my thoughts: “Practice
grace in this.” He stopped me in my tracks. It astonished
me to approach that volatile situation with a different mindset and different eyes. I practiced something new. And God transformed a difficulty into an opportunity.
The Bible continually talks about practicing, training,
disciplining ourselves, and exercising.
Deliberate effort and frequent
repetition work into us what does not come naturally that we may practice what
is good and right and loving, no matter where, no matter when, no matter what.
What is my first response? What do I practice?
Dismay? Selfishness? Criticism?
What do I put into action, set in motion, apply, and fall back upon? Do not
be conformed by usual defaults, but transformed by what is transcendent. Work it and pray it, over and over again, so when the impossible passages come,
"Ahhhh, I already know that part."
May
our lives be so engraved by the marks of practice.
Practice these things,
immerse yourself
in them,
so that all may see
your progress.
1 Timothy 4.15
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Thank you for this.
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