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The Tree Story
Once upon a mountain top,
three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when
they grew up. The first little tree looked up at the stars and said, "I
want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious
stones. I'll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!" The second
little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on it's way to
the ocean. "I want to be traveling mighty waters and carrying powerful
kings. I'll be the strongest ship in the world!" The third little tree
looked down into the valley below where busy men and women worked in a
busy town. "I don't want to leave the mountain top at all. I want to grow
so tall that when people stop to look at me, they'll raise their eyes to
heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world."
Years passed. The rain came,
the sun shone, and the little trees grew tall. One day three woodcutters
climbed the mountain. The first woodcutter looked at the first tree and
said, "This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me." With a swoop of his
shining axe, the first tree fell. "Now I shall be made into a beautiful
chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!" the first tree said. The second
woodcutter looked at the second tree and said, "This tree is strong. It
is perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining axe, the second tree fell.
"Now I shall sail mighty waters!" thought the second tree. "I shall be
a strong ship for mighty kings!" The third tree felt her heart sink when
the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed
bravely to heaven. But the woodcutter never even looked up. "Any kind of
tree will do for me." He muttered. With a swoop of his shining axe, the
third tree fell.
The first tree rejoiced when
the woodcutter brought her to a carpenter's shop. But the carpenter fashioned
the tree into a feedbox for animals. The once beautiful tree was not covered
with gold, with treasure. She was coated with saw dust and filled with
hay for hungry farm animals. The second tree smiled when the woodcutter
took her to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made that day. Instead
the once strong tree was hammered and sawed into a simple fishing boat.
She was too small and too weak to sail to an ocean, or even a river; instead
she was taken to a little lake. The third tree was confused when the woodcutter
cut her into strong beams and left her in a lumberyard. "What happened?"
The once tall tree wondered. "All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain
top and point to God..."
Many many days and night
passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams. But one night, golden
starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn
baby in the feedbox. "I wish I could make a cradle for him." her husband
whispered. The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone
on the smooth and the sturdy wood. "This manger is beautiful." She said.
And suddenly the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in
the world. One evening a tired traveler and his friends crowded into the
old fishing boat. The traveler fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed
out into the lake. Soon a thundering and thrashing storm arose. The little
tree shuddered. She knew she did not have the strength to carry so many
passengers safely through with the wind and the rain. The tired man awakened.
He stood up, stretched out his hand, and said, "Peace." The storm stopped
as quickly as it had begun. And suddenly the second tree knew he was carrying
the king of heaven and earth. One Friday morning, the third tree was startled
when her beams were yanked from the forgotten woodpile. She flinched as
she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers
nailed a man's hands to her. She felt ugly and harsh and cruel. But on
Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth trembled with joy beneath
her, the third tree knew that God's love had changed everything. It had
made the third tree strong.
And every time people thought
of the third tree, they would think of God. That was better than being
the tallest tree in the world.
Author Unknown
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