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Paul Harvey, the master story teller, shares the following regarding the Christ of Christmas.
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 to come, but, as always, he refused.
"That story is 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.
A while later, the winds grew stronger and the snow
turned into a blizzard. As the man looked out the window, all he saw was a
blinding snowstorm. He sat down to
relax before the fire for the 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 on his
farm, with no food or shelter. 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 silly 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 breadcrumb 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 save 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!"
Now you know the rest of the story.
Merry Christmas!
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