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There was once a man who didn't believe in God and
he didn't hesitate to let others know how he felt
about religion and religious holidays, like Christmas.

His wife, however, did believe, and she raised their
children to also have faith in God and Jesus,
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 to come, but 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 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 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!"

~Author unknown~



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