Years ago I reached the conclusion that I could afford a new Cordovox accordion. After all, I could just charge it to my new credit card. Since I was to leave Sunday for automotive alignment school in St. Louis, I was anxious for it to arrive in time to take with me. After I harassed the music store owner relentlessly, he decided to meet the delivery truck in Atlanta and bring it back to Macon after store hours on Saturday. Finally, I strapped that new marvel, perhaps idol, on my shoulders and started to play. The reeds worked beautifully, but the electronics? Nothing but noise! It was defective. Being the determined (stubborn?) guy that I am, I simply decided that we would exchange it at the Cordovox warehouse on the way to St. Louis — in Chicago! My very patient father-in-law and traveling companion for that trip quietly agreed.
Traveling all day Sunday, we arrived at the Chicago warehouse early Monday morning. They were shocked, but managed to find another unit in stock. We connected it to an amplifier, and I played a quick tune in the key of C. It was beautiful! So we loaded it up and struck out for St. Louis.
After class was over, I headed for a nearby music store to buy an amplifier. With a little more time on my hand, I tried out several songs. With the basic chords in the key of C, it was beautiful. When I tried a different key, the bass notes were all wrong. Dejected, but still determined, I found a repair shop nearby. Explaining that I needed it by the end of the week to take home with me, I left it with them.
Friday after class, I quickly went to the shop to get it. It was still sitting right where I had put it. Frustration is not intense enough of a word. One phone call after another, trying to demand help, only resulted in, “We can’t help you. Please call this number instead.” After calling one number, then the other, the last contact advised me to call a number that sounded familiar. It was the number that I called first! Finally, I gave up. We left the accordion in St. Louis for repairs, to be shipped back home sometime.
All the way to St. Louis through Chicago, my father-in-law had asked me to play a song — A Name I Highly Treasure by Oscar Eliason and Alfred B. Smith. I lost count of how many times I played that song or how many times we quoted/sang the words, but I totally missed the point on that trip. I had been valuing a name, the wrong name — Cordovox. Instead, I should have treasured THE Name, Jesus.
Now I have learned. I can say with the song,
I’ve learned to know a Name I highly treasure,
Oh how it thrills my spirit thro’ and thro’;
Oh, Precious Name, beyond degree or measure,
O wondrous Name of Him so kind and true.
My heart is stirred whene’er I think of Jesus,
That blessed Name which sets the captive free;
The only Name thro’ which I find salvation,
No name on earth has meant so much to me.
Do you value anything more than the name of Jesus? I hope not! It is the name in which we find salvation, in which we are baptized, in which we are healed, in which we speak, teach, preach. It is the name at which everyone/everything will one day bow.