Hello my dear friends!
Here is the story which i think
Christian should read and think. God has its goodwill whenever we go
thro' tough or good time. Try to understand this goodwill and be
faithful and thankful for whatever ending may turn out. I will take
this in my mind and hope you will :o)
This is all that i think after
reading the story. Glory be upon our Lord.
Love, Nazca
The Three
Trees
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. It 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 ax,
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 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 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. Themother
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!!
May we never forget
how much God loves us!
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