Well, we wind down another year here. I enjoy this time of year very much, and it is about time for me to take leave of the blogging enterprise for a brief holiday hiatus to check in on real life. And recharge the blogging batteries.
Looking forward to my Christmas Eve tradition of heading over to church and then later settling down to watch the greatest version of Scrooge ever. It's a great time for me to not only catch up on life, but to reflect on it. Here's hoping that you get that same opportunity and that your holidays are not typified by the madness, despair and discombobulation that we so often experience at this time of year.
So secularized has our culture become that some have now cast the greeting "Merry Christmas" as a statement in and of itself. This is funny to me. Indeed, it is a statement. It means, as I understand it, have a good Christmas. That's about it.
But the holiday we are about to celebrate is a statement: Christmas. Jesus's birthday celebration. As I have said many times in many forums (including this one), you need not share my Christian faith to be my friend. But you must understand, Jesus saved my life. So, while I don't wish to and will not force any one to mold their conscience in the shape of mine, I must be true to what I know: I was but a lost goose in a snowstorm.
Now, I am just a goose.
Yes, it's true. I know that some of you are saying, "It's about time that goose figured this out." Well, sure enough, I get it. This is why I am a bit uncomfortable with the name of this blog. I get some grief about it, from time to time. Then I reflect on it. I think a more accurate name for the blog would be something like, "Notorious Sinner" or "Lost Goose in a Snowstorm". Maybe ... you know there is a press conference coming up on January 3, 2006. Be there (which is here). But I digress ...
So although I am a mere "goose", I'm not lost any more. And I didn't find myself, either.
Here's a holiday story by an unknown author that captures the essence of the Christmas message in a way that I hope you'll appreciate:
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.God has a way of finding and reaching us. He knows where we are and who we are. My hope and prayer is that when you look around this Christmas season, you find Him.
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 breadcrumbs 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!"
I'll see you on the other side. My best to you and yours. You regulars are a special bunch, and I appreciate you very much.
So, from this lost (formerly) goose in a snowstorm ...