A Christmas Story

I heard a different Christmas story this morning on Q Country 103.7, Ithaca, NY. I knew I had to share it. I’ll be paraphrasing since I was driving at the time.

I don’t know where it came from or who wrote it. In fact, if anyone knows, please let me know.

There was a man, a good, honest, upright soul, well respected for his integrity. But he was having a problem believing all this incarnation stuff about Jesus the churches were preaching. He just couldn’t understand.

Christmas Eve, he told his wife he wasn’t going to midnight services with her. He said he didn’t believe and didn’t want to be a hypocrite.

He told his wife to be careful since it was snowing as his wife and the kids left for church. He settled next to the fireplace to read.

All of a sudden, he heard a couple of thumps by his picture window. He thought it might be some kids throwing snowballs so he got up to investigate. Instead he saw a group of birds sitting and shaking in the snow. A couple must have run into the window, seeing the light and sensing the warmth.

He thought about it for a second, and remembered the barn where his kids kept their pony. So he put on his coat and galoshes and went out to the barn to open the door and turn on the light. Then he went to the birds, still shivering in the snow, but they didn’t recognize the light.

The man thought, maybe he could coax them by feeding them, so he went back inside and gathered some breadcrumbs, then laid a trail from the birds to the barn. Still nothing.

Then he thought he could persuade them to go to the warmth of the barn by circling them and gently swooshing them. But he quickly realized all he was doing was scaring the birds. They did not realize he was there to help, not hurt them.

So, he thought, if only I was a bird I could assure them I was a friend, not a foe. If only I was a bird I could communicate with them and lead them to the safety, security and warmth of the barn.

Just then, the church bells throughout his little town rang out. The man fell to his knees and said, “Now I understand.”

To all my believing — and non-believing — friends and followers, have a very Merry Christmas!

THOUGHT TO REMEMBER: The best gift of all is not found under the tree, but was nailed to the tree.

About wisdomfromafather

I'm just an ordinary guy walking along the journey of life.
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2 Responses to A Christmas Story

  1. moreatforty says:

    Great story! Thanks for sharing. Merry Christmas!

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