It was Christmas time—not with lights or carols,

but a quiet visit to a village in Karnataka.

We shared a meal in a simple home.

A pregnant woman smiled and said,

“Only fifteen -five days more.”

Before morning came, pain began.No hospital nearby.No doctor.Only prayer.My wife went to help.

In that humble house, a baby girl was born—life arriving with love as the only preparation.Soon the mother grew weak.

I drove—twenty-two kilometers.No facility.Another ten 

Finally, a hospital door opened.

We took the newborn to a pediatric clinic to another part of town. The doctor smiled,“The baby is fine.”Thank God.

But the child lay uncovered—no proper cloth to wrap her.I ran to a small shop and said,

“Please give me something—anything—to cover a baby just born.”

A cloth was placed in our hands.And suddenly, my thoughts traveled two thousand years back.

Another baby…born not in a hospital,but in a manger.No cradle.No comfort.Only strips of cloth.

Who was that baby?The Creator of the universe,choosing weakness,choosing poverty,choosing to come close.

In that moment, I understood Christmas.Christmas is not God coming to palaces,but to simple places.Not wrapped in silk,but wrapped in grace.

Later, we returned to the hospital.The mother survived.That Christmas had no decorations,yet heaven felt near.

“She wrapped Him in swaddling clothes

and laid Him in a manger.” — Luke 2:7

Lord I worship You, Praise You.. Glorify You Jesus. 

Grace coming close.

God with us.

Emmanuel.