Ok, I have respect for this story. At first I was apprehensive, but then towards the end, it wasn’t so bad. I will jump to one place, simply because I laughed, along with Alexis when we read it. The part with the street evangelists was absolutely hilarious. “Not a soul under the sound of their voices was hearing this song for the first time, not one of them had been rescued” really rang true to me. It makes me think about not only how street ministry can be ineffective, but also how ministry in general can be ineffective. The part about the tambourine was what caused both me and Alexis to laugh. It is so true and funny, I am a visual person and I can totally see that happening. I can see these three nuns and the father of the church out in the worst part of New York trying to win hearts for God and raise money for the church. I am not at all undermining street ministry but I do find it funny the opinion of one of the “lost souls” that the group it trying to save.
In the end, the last scene in the club was something that I could connect with it. I played the violin for five years. Any musician can truly bring his instrument to life. A violin is nothing unless it is in the hands of a musician. A Stradivarius violin is quite possibly one of the greatest violins in the world. In the hands of a student, a Strat is just another violin. In the hands of a violinist that can use the proper vibrato and bow strokes, a great violin can be “danced with.” A true virtuoso, on the other hand, can literally breathe life into the instrument. A warm tone and beautiful song pour out of the instrument and can bring tears to the listener’s eyes. I truly could feel how the conversation between the performers and their instruments progressed and developed. I liked this one; I could actually understand it and feel the story in the end. This story was a well written story for sure.
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