‘Then all the trees of the field will know that I am Yahweh. I bring down the tall tree, and make the low tree tall. I cause the green tree to wither and make the withered tree thrive. I, Yahweh, have spoken and I will do it.’ (Ezekiel 17:24 HCSB)
Growing up, we had a real Christmas tree. There was great fanfare in scouting out a family farm to find the perfect prospect. One year, I was sick and didn’t get to go with Dad and the brothers on the ‘great tree pursuit’. They brought home the biggest mess of a tree. I cried at its lopsided horror, and never missed another tree hunt! Actually, I don’t even remember my brothers going after that. It was just dad and me … Can’t imagine why they bailed …
“How ’bout this one dad?”
“No – it has two trunks, but this one is nice”
“Does it have a bird nest, it has to have a nest”
“no, no nest, we’ll keep looking.”
I’ve written before about the Christmas tree reaching deep into the heart of the earth then stretching its holy branches in glorious adoration to God Most High … but, in every way, the tree points to Christ …
-a ‘father-carpenter’ was chosen, one whose hands daily knew every detail of a tree’s strength. Trees.
-our Savior, born in a wooden stable. Trees.
-lying in a manger. Trees.
-praying in a garden. Trees.
-crowned with thorns. Trees.
-crucified on a cross. Trees.
Trees tell a life-story of our Savior, and like a tree we, too, root deeply into Christ … in anticipation that as the winds toss us here to yonder, perhaps a single seed carried away to a distant place by the Oklahoma winds will take root … and Truth will live on and on.
Notice Christ’s Truth calling to you from a tree.
Tell me what you see.