In a far country lived a band of minstrels who had traveled far from town to
town presenting music to make a living. They had not been doing well. Times
were hard; there was little money for the common folk to come to hear the
minstrels, even though their fee was small. Attendance had been falling off, so
early one evening the group met to discuss their plight. “I see no reason for
opening tonight,” one said. “To make things even worse than they may have been,
it is starting to snow. Who will venture out on a night like this?” “I agree,”
another disheartened singer said. “Last night we performed for just a handful.
Fewer will come tonight. Why not give back their meager fees and cancel the concert?
No one can expect us to go on when just a few are in the audience.” “How can
anyone do his best for so few?” a third inquired. Then he turned to another
sitting beside him. “What do you think?” The man appealed to was older than the
others. He looked straight at his troupe. “I know you are discouraged. I am
too. But we have a responsibility to those who might come. We will go on. And
we will do the best job of which we are capable. It is not the fault of those
who come that others do not. They should not be punished with less than the
best we can give.” Heartened by his words, the minstrels went ahead with their
show. They never performed better.
When the show was over and the small audience gone, the old man called his
troupe to him. In his hand was a note, handed to him by one of the audience
just before the doors closed behind him. “Listen to this, my friends!”
Something electrifying in his tone of voice made them turn to him in
anticipation. Slowly the old man read: “Thank you for a beautiful performance.”
It was signed very simply—“Your King.”
From Illustrations Unlimited – James S. Hewett. Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.,
Wheaton, IL.
Pages 168-169.