A: Hey! Stop hitting me! I can’t take it anymore!
KH: Who are you? Where are you?
A: I’m the A440 string in this piano. You keep hitting me over and over. I’m already under incredible stress all the time. I’m a prisoner in this dark box. My entire body is stretched out, tied down at both ends, and unable to move.
Life is tough enough and then you come along and hit me! Stop it, please. It hurts and makes me cry out every time I’m struck. Sometimes you hit me hard! Other times you give me several quick hits in a row. There have even been times when you hit me and then just let me scream on and on before letting that blessed felt pad finally come to comfort me and stop my screaming. Do you realize what you are doing?
KH: Actually, yes, I do.
A: Well, it’s not just me. All the strings around me get hit also. When certain ones get hit, it even starts a low sympathetic rumble in me as I feel their pain even though I wasn’t hit.
Everyone in this box is really stressed out and struggling just to hold on. Life is hard in here already and then you come along and hit us! What exactly are you doing out there?
KH: I’m sitting at this piano playing “Holy, Holy, Holy.” Your crying out is an essential part of a beautiful song of praise to the great God of the universe. You get hit twice in a row to make the third “Holy.” You have a place of great honor in this song. It wouldn’t be complete without you.
A: Do you have to hit me?
KH: I’m afraid so. You don’t add to the song unless you get hit. You will just have to trust me to see the bigger picture. Hold still and cry out when it hurts. It’s all part of the plan. It’s OK.
A: I don’t completely understand, but hey, I’m in the dark. I trust you.
KH: Good. Let’s sing.