Friday
This is my fav story -
The tale of three trees.
Once upon a moutaintop, three trees dreamed of what the wanted to become whn they grew up.
"I want to hold treasure," the first tree said. "I will be ther mos beautiful treasure chest in the whole world.!"
"I want to be a strong sailing ship," the second tree said. "I will be the strongest ship in the world."
"I don't want to leave this mountaintop at all," the third tree said. "I want to grow so tall that when people look at me they will eaise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world!"
One day three woodcutters climbed the mountain, with a swoop of the axe, the trees fell. The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought him to a carpenter's shop, but the busy carpenter was not thinking about treasure chests. Instead his work-worn hands fashioned the tree into a feed box for animals.
The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took him to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ships were built that day. Instead the once-strong tree was made into a simple fishin boat.
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 to do was point to God."
Many years 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. Suddenly, the first tree knew that he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.
One evening, a tired traveller and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. When a storm arose, the second tree shuddered. He was no longer strong. But when the traveller stretched out his hands, and said, "Peace". The strom stopped. And suddenly the second tree knew he was carrying the King of heaven and earth.
One Friday monring, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the woodpile. She shivered when she was dragger through the angry crowd. She shuddered when the soldiers nailed a man's hands to her.She felt ugly, harsh and cruel.
But on Sunday morning when the sun rose and the earth trembled with joy beneath her, the third tree knew God's love had changed everything.
It had made the first tree beautiful.
It had made the second tree strong.
And everytime people thought of the third tree, they would think of God.
------I just love this story.
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