“In spite of ourselves, we’ll end up sittin’ on a rainbow. Against all odds, honey we’re the big door prize.” In Spite of Ourselves – John Prine
I’ve listened to this song for several years now and had a good laugh each time. But listening to that line yesterday, it occurred to me that while I can’t put myself in John Prine’s mind (though I’d like to have his song-writing abilities), the song is about grace. In the context of the song, the grace is that, against all odds, two odd people find each other.
“He ain’t to sharp, but he gets things done. Drinks his beer like its oxy-jun.” (phonetic, to help with the forced rhyme)
“She don’t like her eggs all runny. She thinks crossin’ her legs is funny.”
Somehow, despite the odds, and despite their differences, it works out for them. They “end up sittin’ on a rainbow.” Grace. It occurs to me that life is like that. While we may not be able to see it with our limited brainpower, with our attention myopically focused on today’s problems/worries, “in spite of ourselves, we’ll end up sittin’ on a rainbow. Against all odds…we’re the big door prize.”
It occurs to me... 