“Is that her?” the young, female mail carrier in Vista said to herself as she saw a teenage girl wandering down a street. She tried to recall what had been described to her by police two days earlier when they had stopped her and asked if she had seen the young, 15-year-old girl with autism whose parents were worried sick.

As she went over what she recalled was the list of physical characteristics that would identify the girl, everything from her features to the clothes that she was wearing was a match.

She stopped her mail truck and thought about it. How could she approach her without scaring her and making her run away? How could she convince her she meant no harm?

She had an idea. She called to the girl from a distance. “Excuse me,” she said, “I’m lost. Can you help me?”

The girl with autism was immediately disarmed, and instead saw somebody vulnerable...like her. She approached. In time, trust and relationship were created as the two talked, and after a while, the girl was reunited with her parents.

This Christmas, it is good to remember that the God of the universe did something similar. He came to our level, choosing to be like us, wearing flesh, so that we could draw close and relate to Him. 

In the end, that baby allowed His flesh to be beaten and torn. What a brilliant beginning to the greatest story ever told. 

John 1:1,14—In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth. 

Merry Christmas.