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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 its 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. Itis
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 feed box 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 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 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.
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