Paul Harvey told the story of a family on Christmas Eve. For several years this family had a tradition where the Mother and children would go to the Christmas Eve service, and the Father would stay home and read the paper. Then when they got back from church, they would open their gifts.
The Father was not a bad man, he just had trouble believing that the Son of God was born to a virgin, and that she wrapped him in swaddling clothes and laid him in a manger.
When his wife and children left to go to church he sat down in his favorite chair opened up the evening paper and began to read
Suddenly, he heard tapping on the window, and went over to investigate. It was a bird flying against the window. He concluded that the bird must be cold and was attempting to get into his house to get warm. He felt sorry for the bird, and he went outside, to see if he could catch it and bring it inside to keep it from dying.
As he approached the bird, the bird franticly began flying into the window even harder. Pretty soon, the bird flew into the bushes below the window, half frozen, and exhausted. But it was still too afraid of the man, and the more he tried to reach for the bird, the more the bird tried to get away from him.
After a few minutes outside in the freezing temperatures without any luck catching the bird the man yelled out in frustration, "Stupid bird, don’t you understand that I’m trying to help you?" The man paused and thought, "If only you understood you wouldn’t fly away ... if only ... if only I could become a bird, and get you to understand."
Just then, the church bells rang, as they always did at the beginning of the Christmas Eve Service. But when the man heard the bells this time, he fell to his knees and began to cry, saying, "Oh, God, I didn’t understand. Oh, God, I didn’t understand."
At that point, He understood why the Son of God had come in the form of a baby. He came to help us and tell us how our relationship with God could be restored.