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 the metaphysical meaning of Jesus The Christ,
despite her husband's disparaging comments.
One snowy Christmas Eve, the 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 through a man called Jesus who became the Christ?
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
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
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
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 lower Himself 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 enlighten us.
That was the meaning of Christmas, he realized. As the winds and blinding snow died down, his soul became quiet and he
pondered this wonderful thought.
Suddenly he understood what Christmas was all about, why Jesus who became
the Christ had come, so that we could become the sons and daughters of the Living Christ.
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!"
Don't tell God how big your storm is, tell your storm how big your God is!