I heard this story on the radio this morning. While I do believe I have heard it before. I wanted to share it today. At this point, I plan on discussing it more tomorrow.
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 wood cutters climbed the mountain. The first wood cutter looked at
the first tree and said, "This tree is beautiful. It is perfect for me." With a
swoop of his shining ax, the first tree fell. "Now I shall make a beautiful
chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!" the first tree said.
The second wood cutter looked at the second tree and said, "This tree is
strong. It's perfect for me." With a swoop of his shining ax, 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 wood cutter looked her way.
She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the wood cutter
never even looked up. "Any kind of tree will do for me." He muttered. With a
swoop of his shining ax, the third tree fell.
The first tree rejoiced when the wood cutter brought her to a carpenter's shop.
But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feed box for animals. The once
beautiful tree was not covered with gold, or treasure. She was coated with saw
dust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals. The second tree smiled when
the wood cutter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made
that day. Instead the once strong tree was hammered and awed 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 wood cutter 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 days and nights 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 feed box. "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 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 a thrashing storm arose. The little tree shuddered. She
new she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through
the wind and the rain. The tired man awoke. 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 wood pile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry
jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man's hand 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.
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