The superficial bleakness and desperation of a fiddle solo weaved its way through the deafening din of downtown Manhattan like warm blood being pumped from a lonely heart.
The familiar, quirky melody was cruelly drowned out by crashing waves of honking cars, squealing tires and whistling winter winds. Every now and then though, a few notes would break through brief slices of semi-silence.
In the midst of masses of flowing pedestrians, a young college student wearing a red duck down jacket grabbed his girlfriend by the hand, yanking her to a halt.
“Do you hear that, Brenda?”
“Hear what, Jason?” a slender female coed asked as she brushed strawberry-blonde hair away from her ear.
The young man strained to listen, trying to recapture the beautiful tune that had tickled his attention.
“No, I didn’t. I was praying before we got to the conference.”
Jason scanned high and low, but could not locate the source of the music. Finally gazing at his watch he said, “I guess it was nothing. We better get going; don’t want to miss worship. It is suppose to be fantastic.”
The two began walking again with Brenda praying quietly in the Spirit. Unexpectedly, Brenda blurted out, “Det Bortkommet Sau. Det Bortkommet Sau.”
“What?” Jason asked, puzzled by the strange words coming out of his girlfriend’s mouth.
Brenda could not stop the utterances. Her body shook as she continued to repeat, “Det Bortkommet Sau.”
The couple was familiar with speaking in tongues, but never standing on a public avenue.
Brenda kept getting louder.
“Det Bortkommet Sau. Det Bortkommet Sau.”
Sensing the Lord was trying to tell them something, Jason prayed for an interpretation to his girlfriend’s utterances.
All the surrounding clamor appeared to cease for Jason as he sought the Lord in prayer. He heard the fiddle again. A chill danced up his arms.
A Norwegian man in his early twenties, also in Manhattan for the International Youth Conference, was walking by when he heard Brenda speaking in his native tongue.
Bjorn Reiersen asked Jason, “Why is your friend repeating, ‘The Lost Sheep’, over and over?”
“The Lost Sheep?” Jason asked.
“Ja, that is what she is saying alright.”
Brenda finally quieted and began crying as she spoke in the natural, “I can hear the music too. Isn’t it the theme from Fargo?”
“Not so much. It was based on an old folk song from my country called, The Lost Sheep. It‘s a poplar piece for the fiddle. Ja, I liked Fargo.”
Jason spoke up. “Well, we have to be hearing it for some reason.”
The three visually scoured the concrete walls of the cavernous concrete valley they were in searching for the violin.
“Look!” Brenda shouted, pointing at a building across the street. “That open window on the sixth floor. The music is coming from there. Let‘s go, now.”
Bjorn looked puzzled.
Brenda took off running. Jason grabbed hold of Bjorn. “Come on. Trust me. She’s never wrong. She has the Gift of Discernment too.”
The trio dodged caravans of taxi cabs and dashed into an art studio, finding a staircase in the back. On the sixth floor they followed their ears to a closed door.
The music abruptly ended as soon as they knocked. There was no answer. Brenda tried to open the door, it was locked.
Out of breath, Jason asked, “What now?”
“We break in,” Brenda said, bouncing her body off the wooden apartment entrance.
“Out of the way,” Bjorn ordered and he kicked the door open.
Brenda rushed in first, crying out, “Jesus loves you. Jesus loves you. It’s not your fault.”
A young Hungarian woman looked shocked as she sat with a black revolver aimed at her temple. She spoke slowly.
“Jezus szeret en?”
Bjorn answered, “Ja, Jesus elsker du.”
“Igan?” the shaken woman asked.
“Yes, Jesus loves you,” Jason assured her.
The pistol dropped to the floor. The woman looked at the fiddle on her lap and then at the open window allowing the screaming sounds of an uncaring city to rush into her barren room. She glanced at Jason, Brenda and Bjorn as tears streamed down her sunken cheeks.
“Jezus saeret en.”
Hours later, Jason, Brenda and Bjorn were listening to Orsolya play Det Bortkommet Sau on her anointed fiddle in front of thousands of young Christians from around the world, all praying simultaneously, for the lost sheep.
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.