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.  
 
 His wife, however, did believe, and she raised their children to also have faith in God and Jesus, despite his disparaging comments.
 One snowy Eve, his wife was taking their children to service in the farm community in which they lived. They were to talk about Jesus' birth. 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.
 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
 bread crumb 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.
 
 As the winds and blinding snow died down, his soul became quiet and pondered
 this wonderful thought.
 Suddenly he understood why Christ had come.
 Years of doubt and disbelief vanished with 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!"