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One cold and nasty winter night, a man heard an irregular thumping at the kitchen door. He watched through the window as several tiny, shivering sparrows, obviously attracted by the warmth inside, were beating against the pane-glass window with no avail.
Touched, the farmer got all bundled up and headed out to the barn, trudging through deep, fresh snow. He opened the doors and expected the sparrows to go flying in out of the winter storm, but they refused. He even turned on the lights and tossed some hay into a corner, looked back up into the trees, waiting, but still the birds would not go into the barn.
He hollered at them, “Come on! It’s nice in there! Go!” But they just scattered in all directions, and hid. The farmer kept trying to help these struggling birds because he knew they would surly die out in this storm, so he tried even more tactics to get them to go into safety.
He laid down a trail of cracker crumbs that led into the barn…nothing. He tried circling behind the birds to drive them toward the barn, still, they would not go through the doorway. Nothing worked. He, a huge alien creature, had terrified them. The birds simply could not comprehend in their little bird minds, that he actually had a deep desire to help them—not harm them.
So the farmer withdrew back into his house and watched the doomed sparrows from his kitchen window. As he stared out into the dreadful weather watching these little birds, a thought hit him: “If only I could become a bird for just a moment, one of them, then I wouldn’t frighten them. I could personally show them the way into the warmth and safety I’ve prepared for them.”
At that exact moment, another thought hit him. He had finally grasped why Jesus was born.
by: Sharon Womack
