When I was reading the bible I come across this phrase time and time again. ” He touched ” All about Jesus.

My friends each and every day, I am so eternally grateful for the day that Jesus touched me.

I remember the old gospel song…..

He touched ….oh ..he touched me,

and oh what joy, shall fill my soul,

something happened, and now I know,

he touch me, and made me whole.   

A touch from the Masters hand is all I or anyone needs. Just a touch from Jesus. That simple healing touch, that simple loving tender touch, that simple touch that can make me whole. That can heal broken hearts, that can give fresh hope. That can bring restoration, that can heal the sick, that can bring reconciliation, that can lift us high out of the pit out of the mire and set our feet upon a rock and make our foot steps firm. That touch of the Masters hand that can cleanse, clean and make pure the once sin stained blacken soul. Just a touch from the Masters hand can make me whole again.

Just a touch from Jesus can make me fit for the kingdom of heaven….

Just that touch from Jesus our Master, our saviour our king and our friend. Can change the worth of our soul, can change the direction of our life and can change our eternal destination.

Gorge Jeffrey’s a great preacher and teacher in the early 1920 to late 30s would walk up and down the isles where people where sitting and say ” A touch from Jesus our Master, is all you need, a touch from the Masters hand. ” As this happened God would bring miracle after miracle into people live.

That is all we ever need..just a touch form Jesus our Master in our lives, for that miracle to happen.  

  

Myra B. Welch once wrote this poem..

T`was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while to waste such a time on that old violin.

” What am I bidden, good folks, “ He cried, ” Who”ll start the bidden for me..? “

“ A dollar,” then, two! only two ?

” Two dollars, and who will make it three ?

Three dollars, once: three dollars: twice: going for three…….” BUT NO !,

From the room far back, a Gray haired man, came forward and picked up the bow.

Then wiping the dust clean off, from that old violin: and tightening the loosened strings,

He played a melody so pure and sweet, as pure and sweet as the angels sing.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, Said ” What am I bidden for the old violin..?

And he held it up with a bow.

” A thousand dollars, and and will make it two ?

Two thousand dollars, who will make it three ?Three thousand dollars, once; three thousand dollars twice; going …going…gone ” He said.

The people cheered !

But some of them cried, ” We don’t understand……

what changed its worth ? “

Swift came the reply..

” THE TOUCH FORM THE MASTERS HAND “.

And many a man with life out of tune,

battered and scarred with sin.

Is auctioned off cheap to a thoughtless crowd,

Much like that old violin.

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine, and game and he travels on.

Hes going once, hes going twice, hes almost gone…

But the master  comes and the foolish crowd, can never understand…….

The worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought, by the touch of the Masters hand.

God bless you my friend, Matthew.

May you today experience a fresh touch from Jesus Christ the Masters hand.