Saturday morning I woke up with a song in my head. This isn't too uncommon; I like music, and it's been a pretty big part of my life since my childhood. This was a bit different though. The song stuck in my head was from music I listened to in my childhood, and I'm positive I haven't heard it for at least 20 years. My belief structure has changed since then, and christian music isn't exactly what I listen to any more. The song, by Don Fransisco is called "Too small a price", and it's about the crucifixion, as told by the guy on the cross to the right. It starts with him waking up in the morning, being dragged out of his cell, and works its way through all the significant events in the day. Ultimately he realized that what he went through on this horrible, brutal day was "too small a price" to be allowed the opportunity to die beside the son of God.
So, this song has been stuck in my head for three days now, and I'm singing it under my breath wherever I go. When people are around, I sing more quietly, belt it out in the car, etc. I'm sure you know what I mean. I've been trying all sorts of things to rid myself of it, and nothing has worked.
Late Monday evening I walked to the local Safeway to pick up a few things. And as you guessed, I'm singing this song. I'm doing it quietly because I'm a bit self conscious of what the people around me are thinking as they hear snippets like "...arms close to the beams as they nailed my feet and hands..." I'm sure they're mentally backing away from the nutcase...
I remember making eye contact with an older woman a few times while I wandered the isles, and eventually, she ended up getting into line behind me at checkout. I made small talk with the guy at the register, threw down a twenty, got a couple bucks back, and 57 cents rolled out of the coin dispenser.
The guy had scanned the woman's things: top raman, hot dogs, buns, and a loaf of bread. She was counting change on the counter, and the clerk told her she was 57 cents short. She started to say something like "well, put the bread back", when I interrupted, saying I just happen to have 57 cents. "Here ya go".
She looked at me, and I could tell her eyes were tearing up and said "I heard you singing that Don Fransisco song, and knew you would help me."
So, let me get this straight. She knew she didn't have enough money, got in line behind me because she knew this 30 year old song I was singing, and because I was singing it that I would help her, and then I got the same amount of change back that she needed.
Coincidence is one thing, but that was just freakishly bizarre.
At least the song isn't stuck in my head any more...
I recently became aware of a "57 cents" story that happened supposedly in 1886. In this story, a dying child offered 57 cents to help build a church. The pastor had the 57 cents converted to pennies, and sold these to the parishioners for $250. This became the seed money for a new church.
I still don't like coincidence.