The Tree

A tree stood outside of the village.

Few noticed the tree as they went about the business of their days and nights.

But of those few who saw the tree, and stepped aside from the road to look closer, none would remain as they once were.

All who came to the tree saw their names carved into the timber.

All who kneeled before the tree and reached out to touch and own that they recognized their own name on this tree, grateful that they were named there, found they were washed by the tree’s life-blood, till they were clothed anew, white like light.

By this light were these few of the few given to see their gifts beneath the tree – once again, named with their own name.

Of these few clothed in white light, some would never open their gifts, some would open, but never use that contained within.

But a few of these few would receive, open, and use their own named gifts. They would provide for each other by use of these gifts. They would provide for those whose gifts remained unopened or unused. They would even provide for the passers-by, on the road and in the village.

As these few, of the few, of the few accessed and used their gifts, their gifts increased in depth and beauty and strength – and the few grew themselves, in strength, beauty, joy, insight and peace – their light shone brighter with every use of their gifts.

And those who came to the tree, saw their name engraved there, but would not acknowledge it as their own, nor embrace the tree and its gifts with gratefulness, wandered endlessly.

Unsettled in the village, unsettled on the road, and resentful of the tree…

…The tree stood outside of the village, off the oft-travelled road, but high and lifted up on the hill…

the bestower of life, gifts, restoration and purpose.

22/5/2015

The Tree

 

Travel Observation

Well, been a little absent for a while but have had much time and opportunity to ponder. Here’s to teenage children who arrange themselves a trip to school overseas…and provide an opportunity for the mother as well!!

Been thinking about forgiveness, trust and respect.

A lot is said of forgiveness being something we do for ourselves, something we offer another (even if they don’t accept it, or deserve it), a gift rather than an entitlement. I’ve heard a lot more said of trust and respect being earned. I guess, in a sense that is true…someone is more likely to trust you if you have behaved in a trustworthy manner. But I think the three are gifts offered, not earned.

We may well respect someone who acts with integrity, and may actively find ways to demonstrate that respect. But respecting someone is a choice we make, and we may choose not to respect someone though their character and actions are deemed worthy of respect.

Likewise, trust is something we choose (or not) to offer another. Some will trust another without evidence of trustworthiness, or even in spite of evidence to the contrary.

Trust, respect and forgiveness are not things you or I are entitled to.

Trust, respect and forgiveness are gifts you or I offer another.

If you or I are trusted, respected and/or forgiven…we are the privileged receivers of some of the most generous and gracious of gifts. Endeavour to receive them gratefully and graciously; endeavour never to demand them.