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The story of the three trees
Three young trees once grew high up on a hill. They enjoyed the sun, drank the rain and dreamed of the future. Each had a wish for what they would one day become.
The first tree looked up to the sky and said: “I want to become a magnificent treasure chest. I want to be filled with gold, silver and precious gems. I want to be the most beautiful and precious tree in the world!”
The second tree looked at the river below them and said: “I want to become a mighty ship that carries kings and heroes across the seas. I want to experience adventure and achieve fame.”
The third tree looked up into the sky and whispered: “I want to stand here on this hill forever, deeply rooted, with my branches reaching towards the sky. Let everyone who sees me be reminded of the greatness of God.”
The years passed and one day lumberjacks came to the hill. The first tree rejoiced as it was felled. He was sure that it would soon become a treasure chest. But instead of a chest, it was turned into a simple feeding trough for animals. He was disappointed and thought his dream had been shattered.
The second tree was also felled. He hoped that it would soon be a proud ship. But instead of a magnificent ship, it was turned into a small, simple fishing boat . He was sad because he would never carry kings or heroes across the seas.
The third tree, however, was not processed into anything new. It was sawn into rough beams and put to one side. “My dream is over,” he thought, “I’ll never be tall and strong and stand on the hill.”
Years passed and the trees seemed to have forgotten their dreams. But one night, the manger that had been made from the first tree was placed in a stable. A child was placed in it – a child who was announced by angels and visited by shepherds and wise men. Suddenly, the first tree knew that it held the greatest treasure in the world.
A few years later, a man boarded the fishing boat that had been made from the second tree. The man calmed a mighty storm with a single word. The tree realized that it was not just a boat – it was carrying the King of Kings across the waters.
Finally, the third tree was taken out of the camp one day. It was assembled into a cross, which a man carried up a hill. There the man was nailed to the cross – an event that would change the world forever. The third tree realized that its dream had come true: it stood on a hill, deeply rooted in history, pointing its beams to the sky to remind everyone of God’s love and grace.
