Why Chistmas Is Important
There was once a man who didn't believe in God
and he didn't hesitate to let others know that he felt
religion and religious holidays, like Christmas, were
a lot of childish fairy tales. He said that religion
was a crutch for people who were too stupid to figure
things out for themselves or too fearful to live by
their own strength. If God were real He sure
wouldn't do some of the dumb things people said
He did.
His wife, however, did believe in God and
was always quick to say that she was born again.
She raised their children to also have faith in God
despite his disparaging comments.
One snowy Christmas Eve, his wife was taking
their children to a Christmas Eve service in the farm
community in which they lived. She asked him, as
always to come, but he refused. "What a lot of
nonsense!" he said. "Why would God lower Himself
to come to Earth as a man? That's ridiculous!" So
she and the children left, and he stayed home.
While they were gone, the wind and snow
grew stronger until it was a blizzard. As the man
looked out the window, all he saw was a blinding
snowstorm. He sat down to relax before the fire.
He knew his wife would not venture back on the
road till the storm abated and he knew there were
good snow tires on their SUV. So, nothing to do
except enjoy the peaceful evening.
Then he heard a loud thump. Something
had hit the window. Then another thump. He
looked out, but couldn't see more than a few feet.
When the snow let up a little, he ventured outside
to see what could have been beating on his window.
In the field near his house he saw a flock of wild
geese. Apparently they had been flying south for
the winter when they got caught in the snowstorm
and couldn't go on. They were lost and stranded
by this storm. They just flapped their wings and
flew around the field in low circles, blindly and
aimlessly. A couple of them had flown into his
window, it seemed. The man felt sorry for the
geese and wanted to help them. The barn would
be a great place for them to stay, he thought. It's
warm and safe; surely they could spend the
night and wait out the storm.
So he walked over to the barn and
opened the doors wide, then watched and
waited, hoping they would notice the
open barn and go inside. But the geese
just fluttered around aimlessly and
didn't seem to notice the barn or realize
what it could mean for them. The man tried
to get their attention, but that just seemed
to scare them and they moved further away.
He went into the house and came with some
bread, broke it up, and made a bread crumb
trail leading to the barn. They still didn't catch
on. Now he was getting frustrated. He got
behind them and tried to shoo them toward
the barn, but they only got more scared and
scattered in every direction except toward the
barn. Nothing he did could get them to go into
the barn where they would be warm and safe.
"Why don't they follow me?!" he exclaimed.
"Can't they see this is the only place where they
can survive the storm?" He thought for a moment
and realized that they just wouldn't follow a
human. "If only I were a goose, then I could lead
them," he said out loud. Then he had an idea.
He went into barn, got one of his own geese,
and carried it in his arms as he circled around
behind the flock of wild geese. He then released it.
His goose flew through the flock and straight
into the barn--and one by one the other geese
followed it to safety. He stood silently for a
moment as the words he had spoken a few
minutes earlier replayed in his mind: "If
only I were a goose, then I could save them!"
Then he thought about what he had said to
his wife earlier. "Why would God want to be like
us? That's ridiculous!" Suddenly it all made sense.
That is what God had done. We were like the geese,
blind, lost, perishing. God had His Son become
like us so He could show us the way and save us.
That was the meaning of Christmas, he realized.
As the winds and blinding snow died down,
his soul became quiet and pondered this wonderful
thought. Suddenly he understood what Christmas
was all about, why Christ had come. Years of doubt
and disbelief vanished like the passing storm. He
fell to his knees in the snow, and prayed his first
prayer: "Thank You, God, for coming in human
form to get me out of the storm!"
[ Author Unknown -- from Phyllis (pthalle@juno.com), via Andy Chap ]
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