An old farmer and his wife watch as the last vestige of their hopes and dreams is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd in their old barn, but the Master comes and on that day, they witness the miracle that they desperately needed and richly deserved.

SYNOPSIS:

BANG! The gavel slams down. “Sold for one-hundred thirty dollars!” proclaims the auctioneer.

The old farmer and his wife watch as the last vestige of their hopes and dreams are auctioned off to the thoughtless gathering in the old barn. Only a few trinkets remain: a picture, some tattered furniture and an old violin. eir homestead gone. The town has died.

Nothing but a miracle can save them now.

The restless crowd has acquired their lot and anxiously waits for the final gavel to end the day. Few are still bidding as the best has already been sold.

But a praying man sits on a broken pew at the back of the barn and watches silently as the day draws to a close. He scans the room as the bidding drones on, praying for a miracle to bless the old farmer and his wife... a few dollars here and a few dollars there.

The old violin draws a dollar, then two. “Do I have three?” asks the auctioneer. “Going once; going twice; going and...”

He hesitates, his eyes glued on the praying man.

The praying man approaches the platform and takes the violin from the auctioneer’s hands. He dusts off the old violin and tunes it up. Stillness settles on the room as the crowd waits with anticipation.

And the miracle happens.

As the old man draws the bow across the strings, pure, beautiful tones pour from that old violin. And the Master does His work. The audience is moved and their perspectives forever changed.

What is the value of that old violin? “One thousand? Two? Two thousand? Three!”

“And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin, is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin. A mess of potage, a glass of wine; a game - and he travels on. He is going once, and going twice, he’s going... and almost gone. But the master comes and the foolish crowd never can quite understand, the worth of a soul and the change that is wrought by the touch of the master’s hand."