Ever since I was little I was fascinated by drums. I loved the beat and sound and since it was expected I’d be in band in school I naturally chose to be a percussionist. For some reason, I thought all I had to do was want to be a drummer.
My paternal grandpa and uncle were both drummers so my dad had hopes and expectations of my desire. At a great cost, he purchased a drum set for me. The trouble is, I thought I was a drummer but I never practiced at becoming one. In short, I was a terrible percussionist. The band teacher yelled at me during class for not being able to keep the beat. Band class became a drudgery. In the middle of my junior year I convinced my mom I needed to quit. I ended up selling my drum set and bought a leather jacket with the money.
I had received this great gift from my father. A gift he sacrificed to give me because he saw potential. But I did not apply myself to fully receiving the gift. I took it for granted. The potential that may have been there was never met.
For me, this has always been an analogy of the Atonement of Jesus Christ. A great sacrifice has been made in my behalf. Will I utilize it and accept it fully or take it for granted and sell it for naught?
The choice is up to me.
by Tad R. Callister
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