A few years ago in downtown Denver, my friend,
Scott, and I saw something tiny and insignificant
that changed the world, but no one else even
seemed to notice.
It was one of those beautiful Denver days.
Crystal clear, no humidity, not a cloud in
We decided to walk the ten blocks to an outdoor
restaurant rather than take the shuttle bus that
runs up and down the Sixteenth Street Mall.
The restaurant, in the shape of a baseball diamond,
was called The Blake Street Baseball Club.
The tables were set appropriately on the grass
infield. Many Colorful pennants and flags hung
As we sat outside, the sun continued to beat down
on us and it became increasingly hot. There wasn't
a hint of a breeze, and heat radiated up from
the tabletop. Nothing moved, except the waiters,
of course. And they didn't move very fast either.
After lunch, Scott and I started to walk back up
the mall. We both noticed a mother and her young
daughter walking out of a card shop toward
the street. She was holding her daughter by
the hand while reading a greeting card.
It was immediately apparent to us that she was
so engrossed in the card that she did not notice
a shuttle bus moving toward her at a good clip.
She and her daughter were one step away from
disaster when Scott started to yell.
He hadn't even gotten a word out when a breeze
blew the card out of her hand and over her
shoulder. She spun around and grabbed at the card,
nearly knocking her daughter over.
By the time she picked up the card from the ground
and turned back around to cross the street,
the shuttle bus had whizzed by her.
She never even knew what almost happened.
To this day, two things continue to perplex me about
this event: Where did that one spurt of wind come
from to blow the card out of that young mother's hand?
There had not been a whisper of wind at lunch or during
our long walk back up the mall.
Secondly, if Scott had been able to get his words out,
the young mother might have looked up at us as they
continued to walk into the bus.
It was the wind that made her turn back to the card
in the one direction that saved her life and that of
her daughter. The passing bus did not create the wind.
On the contrary, the wind came from the opposite
direction. I have no doubt it was a breath from God
protecting them both.
But the awesomeness of this miracle is that she never
knew. As we continued back to work, I wondered how God
often acts in our lives without our being aware.
The difference between life and death can very well be
a little thing.