In a sermon called, "The Birth," Frederick Buechner presents the thoughts of the innkeeper who went down in history as saying, "no room!"
"I speak to you as men of the world," said the Innkeeper. "Not as idealists, but as realists. Do you know what it is like to run an inn - to run a business, a family, to run anything in this world for that matter, even your own life? It is like being lost in a forest of a million tress," said the Innkeeper, "and each tree is a thing to be done. Is there fresh linen on all the beds? Did the children put on their coats before they went out? Has the letter been written, the book read? Is there money enough left in the bank? Today we have food in our bellies and clothes on our backs, but what can we do to make sure that we will have them tomorrow? A million trees. A million things."
"Until finally we have eyes for nothing else, and whatever we see turns into a thing. The sparrow lying in the dust at your feet - just a thing to be kicked out of the way, not the mystery of death. The calling of children outside your window - just a distraction, an irrelevance, not life, not the wildest miracle of them all. That whisper in the air that comes sudden and soft from nowhere - only the wind, the wind..." (Secrets in the Dark by Frederick Buechner, HarperSanFrancisco)
Of course, the "wind" in the New Testament is loaded with meaning. Pneuma means wind, breath and spirit. Jesus used these meanings interchangably when He said, "The wind (pneuma) blows wherever it pleases. You hear its sound, but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going. So it is with everyone born of the Spirit (pneuma)" (John 3:8).
I've determined that today - as I walk among a million trees, a million things - I want to feel the wind. When the "whisper...that comes sudden and soft" touches me, I want to recognize the nudging of the pnuema.
As I was writing this I received a phone call from my oldest daughter. "Dad, I heard the heartbeat today!"
The wildest miracle of them all!