I have gained much wisdom and felt much love from followers of many religions, traditions, and faiths. While religions can unite, sadly they can also divide, as a great many bloody religious wars have proven. For that reason, I hesitate to post things that are very religious.
I want this site to be a uniter and not a divider, and for it to embody all the best that religions, traditons, creeds, and faiths have to offer. To celebrate and on focus on those shared positive attributes. For I believe that the places where they overlap are likely to be where their greatest wisdom will be found, and the key to a bright future for all of humanity.
Sometimes, however, I come across a story that touches me so deeply that I just feel compelled to share it. The one below falls into that category. Perhaps it is because My Beloved and I came very close to losing our daughter to an “incurable” illness at about the same as the daughter mentioned in the story. I had tears in my eyes when I read this story, and wanted to be able to reach out and hug this woman.
Russ
P.S. For clarity, when I mentioned a religious focus in this story, I was NOT refering to Starbucks, though I understand that for many their caffeine intake may feel like a religious experience, complete with traditions and euphoria. ;-D!
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10.26.2012: A Sparrow “Funny”
THE SPARROW AT STARBUCKS
The song that silenced the cappuccino machine
By John thomas Oaks
It was chilly in Manhattan but warm inside the Starbucks shop on 51st Street and Broadway, just a skip up from Times Square. Early November weather in New York City holds only the slightest hint of the bitter chill of late December and January, but it’s enough to send the masses crowding indoors to vie for available space and warmth.
For a musician, it’s the most lucrative Starbucks location in the world, I’m told, and consequently, the tips can be substantial if you play your tunes right. Apparently, we were striking all the right chords that night, because our basket was almost overflowing.
It was a fun, low-pressure gig – I was playing keyboard and singing backup for my friend who also added rhythm with an arsenal of percussion instruments. We mostly did pop songs from the ’40s to the ’90s with a few original tunes thrown in. During our emotional rendition of the classic, “If You Don’t Know Me by Now,” I noticed a lady sitting in one of the lounge chairs across from me. She was swaying to the beat and singing along.
After the tune was over, she approached me. “I apologize for singing along on that song. Did it bother you?” she asked.
“No,” I replied. “We love it when the audience joins in. Would you like to sing up front on the next selection?”
To my delight, she accepted my invitation.
“You choose,” I said. “What are you in the mood to sing?”
“Well … do you know any hymns?”
Hymns? This woman didn’t know who she was dealing with. I cut my teeth on hymns. Before I was even born, I was going to church. I gave our guest singer a knowing look. “Name one.”
“Oh, I don’t know. There are so many good ones. You pick one.”
“Okay,” I replied. “How about ‘His Eye is on the Sparrow’?”
My new friend was silent, her eyes averted. Then she fixed her eyes on mine again and said, “Yeah. Let’s do that one.”
She slowly nodded her head, put down her purse, straightened her jacket and faced the center of the shop. With my two-bar setup, she began to sing.
“Why should I be discouraged?
Why should the shadows come?”
The audience of coffee drinkers was transfixed. Even the gurgling noises of the cappuccino machine ceased as the employees stopped what they were doing to listen. The song rose to its conclusion.
“I sing because I’m happy;
I sing because I’m free.
For His eye is on the sparrow
And I know He watches me.”
HOLY MOMENT
When the last note was sung, the applause crescendoed to a deafening roar that would have rivaled a sold-out crowd at Carnegie Hall. Embarrassed, the woman tried to shout over the din, “Oh, y’all go back to your coffee! I didn’t come in here to do a concert! I just came in here to get somethin’ to drink, just like you!”
But the ovation continued. I embraced my new friend. “You, my dear, have made my whole year! That was beautiful!”
“Well, it’s funny that you picked that particular hymn,” she said.
“Why is that?”
“Well…” she hesitated again, “that was my daughter’s favorite song.”
“Really!” I exclaimed.
“Yes,” she said, and then grabbed my hands. By this time, the applause had subsided and it was business as usual. “She was 16. She died of a brain tumor last week.”
I said the first thing that found its way through my stunned silence.
“Are you going to be okay?”
She smiled through tear-filled eyes and squeezed my hands. “I’m gonna be okay. I’ve just got to keep trusting the Lord and singing his songs, and everything’s gonna be just fine.”
She picked up her bag, gave me her card, and then she was gone.
Was it just a coincidence that we happened to be singing in that particular coffee shop on that particular November night? Coincidence that this wonderful lady just happened to walk into that particular shop? Coincidence that of all the hymns to choose from, I just happened to pick the very hymn that was the favorite of her daughter, who had died just the week before? I refuse to believe it.
God has been arranging encounters in human history since the beginning of time, and it’s no stretch for me to imagine that he could reach into a coffee shop in midtown Manhattan and turn an ordinary gig into a revival. It was a great reminder that if we keep trusting him and singing his songs, everything’s gonna be okay.
Copyright 2001 John thomas Oaks. Permission is granted to send this to others, with attribution, but not for commercial purposes.
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