Met a friend of mine a few days ago and we spent some time chatting with each other. He had done pretty well for himself, with a business going great guns.

“You know Bob,” he said, “I grew up in Ahmedabad and when I told my family I was going to Mumbai for a job, they nearly had a fit. They asked me whether I was insane, whether I knew what I was doing. “They told me how it was near impossible to get accommodation in Mumbai, how traveling was terrible with the heavy rush, and how lonely the city could be for outsiders!”

Just a hundred years ago, wars fought on battlefields, left men physically scarred, as even if they were fortunate to come home alive, they came wounded with either the loss of arm, leg, or even a mutilated face, plus horrors and traumas which sometimes never went away as night after night they relived the terrible scenes they had witnessed. During World War II as the Germans and English fought, Christmas dawned on the battlefield and the two armies decided on a truce.

Santa climbed gingerly from his sleigh onto the roof of a home in Mumbai, “These Indian chimneys are stupid!” he cursed loudly to Mrs Santa Claus who was holding the reindeer while Santa went down to unload his gifts, “Why can’t they make them like we make them back home?”

“Stop grumbling Santa dear!” cried Mrs Santa, “You’ve become quite intolerant in your behavior lately!” “Oh stop criticizing me!” shouted Santa from inside the chimney and you could hear the reindeer snorting as they knew he was stuck. They heard a boom, the sound of Santa falling through the chimney and suddenly his cry. “Mrs Santa please come down? There’s something beautiful here!”

There’s a lesson this Christmas for the Opposition! Especially seeing their futile efforts to be heard, rendering them more speechless, through suspensions or corruption charges.

Two thousand years ago, a once powerful Jewish people lay powerless under a Roman Empire, which left them longing for their messiah or the one who would save them from such oppression, unfortunately, they looked in the wrong direction. The Jews looked for a leader who would lead them through an armed rebellion, and least expected a leader arriving who would use love instead of violence.

As a child, something that used to puzzle me was why Jesus was born in a humble cattle shed? Why couldn’t he have been born in a palace?

Later, in that lowly birth, I realized what humility really is.

 I like the story of a young woman who wanted to go to college. Her heart sank, however, when she read the question on the admission form that asked, "Are you a leader?" Being both honest and conscientious, she wrote, "No," and returned the application, expecting the worst.