Wednesday, December 30, 2009

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WHY WOULD GOD BECOME A MAN?

WHO WOULD EVER BELIEVE CHRISTMAS IS REAL.


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 friends, however, did believe, and they raised their

children to also have faith in God and Jesus, despite his

disparaging comments they still loved him and cared about

him. One snowy Christmas eve, as they were taking their

children to a Christmas Eve service in the farm community

in which they lived. They 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 even if there was a God?

That's ridiculous!" So they and the children left, and he

stayed home alone.


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 alone as usual. 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 could not 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 is 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

did not 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 back out with

some bread, broke it up, and made a bread crumbs 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. "What do I have to do to be a goose,

hmm, is that what it'll take to save them," he said out loud.


Then he had an idea. He went into the 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


JESUS IS THE REASON FOR THE SEASON! GIVE HIM A

CHANCE!

Wishing you a Very Happy and Holy Christmas and

Best Wishes for 2010.


"My grace is sufficient for you, for My power is

made perfect in weakness."

II Corinthians 12:9

Thank you Vicki for passing on the story.


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