His Eye is On the Sparrow-At Starbucks–Truth!
Summary of eRumor:
A warm story about a man who is a musician and who was performing at a Starbucks. A woman who caught his eye because of her being caught up in the music came and apologized if her singing along had been a problem. He spontaneously asked her if she wanted to sing. She accepted, said she’d like to sing a hymn, and asked him to choose one. He suggested “His Eye is On The Sparrow,” a well-known and much-loved Christian song. She sang, the audience loved it, and afterwards, she told the musician that it was been interesting that he had chosen that particular song because it had been her 16-year-old daughter’s favorite song, who had died the previous week.
This is based on an article by John Thomas Oaks and published in the November/December edition of Christian Reader.
Subject: Sparrow at Starbucks great story
Sparrow at Starbucks
It was chilly in Manhattan but warm inside the
on 51st Street and Broadway, just a skip up from
For a musician, it’s the most lucrative Starbucks
the world, I’m told, and consequently, the tips can
if you play your tunes right.
I was playing keyboard and singing backup for my
friend who also
added rhythm with an arsenal of percussion
our emotional rendition of “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
“Well … do you know any hymns?”
Hymns? This woman didn’t know who she was dealing
cut my teeth on hymns. Before I was even born, I was
church. I gave our guest singer a knowing look.
“Oh, I don’t know. There are so many good ones. You
“Okay,” I replied. “How about ‘His Eye is on the
My new friend was silent, her eyes averted. Then she
eyes on mine again and said, “Yeah. Let’s do that
She slowly nodded her head, put down her purse,
her jacket and faced the center of the shop. With my
setup, she began to sing.
Why should I be discouraged?
Why should the shadows come?
The audience of coffee drinkers was transfixed.
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.
When the last note was sung, the applause
a deafening roar. Embarrassed, the woman tried to
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.
dear, have made my whole year! That was beautiful!”
“It’s funny that you picked that particular hymn,”
“Why is that?”
She hesitated again, “that was my daughter’s
She grabbed my hands. By this time, the applause had
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
“Are you going to be okay?”
She smiled through tear-filled eyes and squeezed my
“I’m gonna be okay. I’ve just got to keep trusting
the Lord and
singing his songs, and everything’s gonna be just
She picked up her bag, gave me her card, and then
she was gone.
Was it just a coincidence that we happened to be
that particular coffee shop on that particular
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
of her daughter, who had died just the week before?
I refuse to
God has been arranging encounters in human history
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.