Jeremiah 18:6

Ole Bull, the world’s most noted violinist, was ever wandering about. One day he became lost in the interminable forests. In the dark of the night he stumbled against a log hut, the home of a hermit. The old man took him in, fed and warmed him; after the supper they sat in front of a blazing fireplace, and the old hermit picked some crude tunes on his screechy, battered violin.

Ole Bull said to the hermit, “Do you think I could play on that?” “I don’t think so; it took me years to learn,” the old hermit replied. Ole Bull said, “Let me try it.”