The evening shadows lengthen into night as a group of neighborhood children play together on the lawn. Bushes here and there make perfect hiding places, and the shrill voices of boys and girls give evidence of carefree childhood, unaffected by responsibilities and unaware of a restless world about them.

An old man walks by and stops to watch the children at play. A little boy hides behind some shrubbery close by the fence, and to him the old man says, “Sonny, my car broke down and I had to leave it at the garage down the street. Can you tell me where there is a place where I can spend the night?”

The boy turns and looks at the shadowy figure outside and replies, “Naw, I can’t. Run along. I’m busy.”

A crowd of teen-agers were out together. First a movie, then a stop for a Coke where a jukebox supplied raucous tunes as they twisted in the latest variation of the dance. What fun to be together without a care in the world!

Crowding into their cars to continue the party in the basement rumpus room of Dick’s home, they hurried by a boy walking manfully down the street with the aid of leg braces and two crutches. They all knew him, but his handicap kept him from joining in their fun. Only in his studies did he excel all the rest of them.

After the cars had started one boy remarked, “We should have asked Mark to ride. It must be pretty tough carrying yourself down the street with nothing much but your shoulder muscles.” “Aw, he’s all right. He’s used to it, and besides we haven’t got room in the car,” was the reply.

Across the town students in the state university were busy preparing for upcoming exams. They represented a good cross section of American youth today—affluent by the standards of the rest of the world, many content with just getting by, all of them enmeshed in the grind to cram enough information to graduate, in the hope of getting a good job one day.

Many courses were intensely interesting, opening up new vistas of knowledge entirely unimagined by the past generation. In some courses God and the Bible were openly scorned, for, the students were told, man has passed far beyond any need of them.

There came a knock at the door of a room where two boys were slouched deep in chairs reading, and together they cried out, “Come in.” The door opened, and a quiet fellow neither knew very well, although they knew some of the fellows spoke of him as a “holy Joe,” walked in. “I just wanted to invite you fellows to come over to the ‘Y’ tomorrow night to hear Dr. Ivan Cushman. You know he is one of the world’s leading archaeologists, and he takes the Bible and makes it come alive in his lectures.”

“Who wants to hear an old gravedigger anyway?” said Jim, with little politeness to their visitor. “And who wants to hear anybody stupid enough to believe the Bible?” Chuck chimed in. “And besides,” they both added, “we’ve got a test on astrophysics day after tomorrow, and that’s all that counts. Toddle on and get some weak minds to go with you. We just haven’t time.”

A beautiful woman, wife of a prosperous executive, was arranging the flowers in her home for guests who were coming for dinner—one couple particularly important because his influence could mean a large government contract for her husband’s firm.

The maid announced the guests, and in a few minutes gay laughter filled the air as cocktails were served and men and women mingled in the relaxed anticipation of good food and exciting companionship.

Dinner went beautifully, deftly served by well-trained servants.

A maid came to the hostess, leaned low, and whispered something in her ear. A shadow of annoyance crossed her face as she replied, “Tell them to ask someone else. This is no time to interrupt me. They should know that we have guests for dinner.”

The evening passed with laughter (some jokes few would have repeated in a mixed group a few years before), and with a friendly hand of bridge followed by final drinks before the friends left—some driving their own sleek cars, others in limousines with chauffeurs.

As they were preparing to retire, the executive asked, “Jane, what did the maid want? What was she whispering to you about during dinner?” To which his wife replied petulantly, “Oh, those Smiths down the road had a sick baby they wanted to rush to the hospital. It was too far for a taxi, and the buses only run every hour. They asked if someone here could drive them in one of our cars. They should have seen that we were entertaining guests.”

A week passed. The midnight broadcast was about to begin, and across the city radios were turned on. Into homes and bars, cars and nightclubs, mansions and slums, there came these words of the first Advent: “And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.”

A little boy in a troubled sleep thought of an old man he had rudely told to “run along” because he was busy playing.

Some teen-agers, who only a few minutes before had been listening to jive and shouting as they danced, suddenly remembered Mark shuffling down the street on his crutches and wished they had made room for him in their cars.

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Two university students home for Christmas vacation paused to wonder whether they should have been too busy even to listen to a famous man who believed God and the Bible.

The executive looked at his wife, and she returned the uneasy stare. Had their guests been so important that they could not have spared a moment to help some poor neighbors, desperate because of an ill child?

“No room in the inn.” These haunting words carried their meaning to many people in many places.

No room for Christ? No time for him! No concern for things of the spirit! No love and compassion for needy people right at their side!

The broadcast concluded with these words: “How like the people of Bethlehem are many of us tonight! No room for the Christ child! But he is no longer a child. He grew to manhood and died on a cross for the sins of the world, and he arose from the dead—and he is coming again. He speaks to us: ‘Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me.’ ”

In the dim recesses of many minds there came back these words: “Behold, I stand at the door and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.”

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