Making Room

I was at Christmas mass today when the priest gave a sermon to all the children about "making room." First, he asked them what Christmas was all about. One kid said, "Giving." That was about it. Then the priest told the story of when he was a young child and he wanted to sit  at the adults' table when they had Christmas parties. In those years, he told us, children and adults were segregated into different rooms and seated at different tables. Well, he decided that he was going to have to be creative if he wanted to sit at the adults' table so he spilled milk on himself. When his mother rushed over to ask what had happened, he said that he had some milk spilled on his shirt. His mother, however, thought the other kids were making trouble and so she took him over to the adults' table where the adults made room for him to sit.

"What did they have to do for me to sit with them?" the priest asked.
A few children tried answering until one said, "Make room."
"Good," the priest answered. "They had to, what? MAKE ROOM for me. That's what Christmas is all about. Making room. So this Christmas, I want you to make room for someone. Someone you don't like. Someone you don't know. Someone you love."

What I interpreted from that was: You never know who you're going to meet in life and you never know how they may change your life so don't be so quick to judge other people or shut them out. Give them a chance, hear them, and make room for them.

At least, that's what I THINK he was trying to get across. I was never too good at these things.