A Christmas Story

Dear Dr. Maldonado,

It was great to hear from you again...and for you to share your "Christmas Story." I thank you for your consistent leadership and ability to articulate the many complex issues and concerns facing our community. Your guidance and leadership has been an inspiration for me.

There is a time when it is best not to over complicate or get so in depth that the simple Message of the Good News, may get lost in one's effort to express the words of Love and Compassion. Dr. Maldonado you have written a perfect essay that conveys the evilness of humankind that has not yet met the New Born Savior. But, we know when people come to understand the Good News, lives and societies can be transformed by the Master.

May those who read "The Christmas Story" for the first time, receive the saving Grace of Jesus Christ. Maybe those of us who know the story, learn to inspire others to live it.

May the Christmas Story live in our hearts every day. Thank you for sharing this wonderful story.

Blessings/Bendiciones,
Fidel "Butch" Montoya


By David Maldonado, Jr.

And so the child is born in a new land, a child born of humble immigrants who seek nothing more than life and hope for tomorrow.

The young couple grabbed what they could carry with them and set out in the dark night. They were leaving familiar surroundings, as well as their home, friends, and family. They were expecting their first born and wished the child could be born at home surrounded by their community. But for the sake of the child, the young couple knew they must leave, so they walked out into the cold and dangerous desert night. It was a huge risk for them to leave, but it was also a leap of faith and hope that the land to which they were going would be a life-saving and life-sustaining place.

As they made their way through the darkness, guided only by a sea of brilliant stars, they wondered what their future held for them and their child. It was their hope for the child that kept them focused and determined on their trek. They were afraid. Robbers were known to attack travelers in the night and in the desert. What if they were caught in the night? Would they be arrested and treated as common criminals? Would they be sent back to their homeland?

Fears have a way of immobilizing some people. But for this young expectant couple, fear drove them even deeper into the night. What they feared the most would be life without hope, life without a future for their new family. In their whispers they encouraged each other and prayed that their child be born in the new land of hope. They had to arrive in their new land before day broke.

But that was not to be. The child could no longer wait to be born. They were now well into their new land. They knew no one here and their surroundings looked strange and foreign. Where could they go for the birth of their child? Who would welcome them and offer hospitality? They knocked on the first door that they saw. The lights were on and the house looked welcoming. They saw the curtains move and a face peeked out to see who was knocking on the door. But the door did not open. From outside the house, they heard the voice of a woman inside.

“Who is it?” she asked in a whisper. A male voice from within the house responded in a loud irritated voice as if wanting to be heard by the travelers standing outside the door.

“Oh, nobody, just some foreigners probably looking for a handout,” responded the male voice, adding, “they should go back to where they came from.”

The young couple, hearing the voices, covered their heads and kept going. They were determined to survive. They came to yet another house with its lights still on.

“Maybe they will be more welcoming,” cried the young pregnant woman. This time, the door opened slightly.

“Who are you? What do you want? Where are you from?” the voice called from within the slightly opened door.

“We just arrived and our child is ready to be born,” responded the young father-to-be.

“We are not from here. We are not asking for charity. All we need is for our child to be born safely. I am willing to work to repay you for your kindness.”

“Humph! Some more of them. They just cause problems for the rest of us. I wish they would stop coming. I wish they would just leave. Our whole town is changing because of them, but I could sure use his cheap labor in the morning. They are good workers. Hope nobody is looking,” thought the man from behind the door.

With a suspicious glare, the man yelled out, “OK, you can stay in the back, but don’t make trouble or we will call the police on you and send you back where you came from.”

And so the child is born in a new land, a child born of humble immigrants who seek nothing more than life and hope for tomorrow. A child is born in a new land and there is life and hope for a family. Many of us know this as the story of the birth of Jesus. It is also the story of the birth of the child of the immigrant today. It is the story of hope.