Now the man to whom Im
going to introduce you was not a scrooge.
He was a kind, decent, mostly good man, generous
to his family and upright in his dealings with
other men. But he just didnt believe all
that incarnation stuff which the churches
proclaim at Christmas time. It just didnt
make sense, and he was too honest to pretend
otherwise. He just couldnt swallow
the Jesus story, about God coming to earth as a
truly sorry to distress you, he told his
wife, but Im not going with you to
church this Christmas Eve. He said hed
feel like a hypocrite and that hed much
rather just stay at home, but that he would wait
up for them. And so he stayed, and they
went to the midnight service.
after the family drove away in the car, snow
began to fall. He went to the window to
watch the flurries getting heavier and heavier
and then went back to his fireside chair and
began to read his newspaper. Minutes later,
he was startled by a thudding sound. Then
another, and then another. Sort of a thump
or a thud. At first he thought someone must
be throwing snowballs against his living room
when he went to the front door to investigate, he
found a flock of birds huddled miserably in the
snow. Theyd been caught in the storm and,
in a desperate search for shelter, had tried to
fly through his large landscape window.
Well, he couldnt let the poor creatures lie
there and freeze, so he remembered the barn where
his children stabled their pony. That would
provide a warm shelter, if he could direct the
birds to it.
he put on a coat and galoshes and tramped through
the deepening snow to the barn. He opened
the doors wide and turned on a light, but the
birds did not come in. He figured food
would entice them in. So he hurried back to
the house, fetched bread crumbs and sprinkled
them on the snow, making a trail to the yellow-lighted,
wide-open doorway of the stable. But to his
dismay, the birds ignored the bread crumbs and
continued to flap around helplessly in the snow.
tried catching them. He tried shooing them into
the barn by walking around them waving his arms.
Instead, they scattered in every direction,
except into the warm, lighted barn. And
then, he realized, that they were afraid of him.
To them, he reasoned, I am a strange and
terrifying creature. If only I could think
of someway to let them know that they can trust
me that I am not trying to hurt them, but
to help them. But how, because any move he
made tended to frighten and confuse them.
They just would not follow. They would not
be led or shooed because they feared him.
only I could be a bird, he thought to
himself, and mingle with them and speak
their language. Then I could tell them not
to be afraid. Then I could show them the
way to the safe, warm . . . . . . . .
. to the safe, warm barn. But I would have
to be one of them so they could see, and hear and
that moment, the church bells began to ring.
The sound reached his ears above the sounds of
the wind. And he stood there listening to
the bells listening to the bells pealing
the glad tidings of Christmas. And he sank
to his knees in the snow.
- WRITTEN BY PAUL HARVEY -
GOD'S LITTLE ACRE
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