IT WAS CHRISTMAS EVE. The wife was on her way out the door to attend a christmas eve church service, and the husband was staying home. There was a driving snowstorm in progress, and, anyway, church held no interest for his unbelieving soul.
"Are you sure you won't go with me, sweetie?", said the wife. ""no, of course not, he replied. And I wish you wouldn't go either. The roads might be slick". Well, of course, he knew there would be no stopping her, blizzard or no blizzard.
So she went off to worship, and he hung tight, watching the driving snow pounding against the picture window in the living room. Suddenly, he heard a thumping noise against the glass....then another...and another....
He quickly realized that a flock of birds was one by one crashing into the window, heading for the lighted house, seeking shelter. He had an idea. He would open the barn door, and allow the birds to seek refuge there, out of the wind and snow.
He did this, but to no avail. The birds kept pounding the living room glass. He stood in the barn, beckoning to the birds, feeling a bit silly. He approached the picture window from the outside, and tried to shoo the birds away, and towards the barn. But nothing worked.
Frustrated, he stood in the snow, thinking. How can I communicate to them that their path to safety is towards the barn? How can I tell them where to go, what to do? If only I could speak their language...if only I could, for just a few minutes, become one of them, and talk to them, and....
Suddenly, he was overwhelmed with understanding. He fell to his knees in the snow, and began to pray.
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