O Christmas Tree
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Topic: O Christmas Tree
Posted By: David Hood
Subject: O Christmas Tree
Date Posted: 12/18/2016 at 9:28am
I love Christmas trees and I love Christ. But there is none like He. This helps us to understand and appreciate both
O Christmas Tree 2009
They chopped down Gods tree. Laid on Him, the bare naked edge of their axe and cut him down from the Garden of Life.
He was planted years ago, just like any other fir tree. Quietly and without fuss or real notice. Carefully placed by the hand of its creator. The planting of greatness, in the forest of man. Within, its seed, providing the hope, of one day this sapling surviving the rigours and dangers of this worlds life. Like us, to daily struggle to find height, to find light, to find space, that we might desperately find His life, space and place in Him.
They cut him down. This fair tree, destined for what? Does he now stand acknowledged in your room or on your shelf? Is he lit with lights or bedecked with baubles? No, this tree is the Light. Purity beyond purity. Light beyond light, and of himself is every Jewel, every Gem and Stone imaginable. Is he covered in glory, or tinsel and tat? Today is his tree, still, the tree of His cross? So grown, on which is hung your, our shame!
He has always lived. Always lived and grown amongst us, besides us and have we esteemed him? Or not? But have we been, or are we aware of the greatness that stands within our homes, within the planting of our human hearts. The centre piece of life. This tree is life. For this tree is living, from him all others grow. From him the whole root of life abides and flows. Humbly planted within the soil of humanity. Lowly laid. Lowly lived. Lowly died. Destined for wood, destined for dying … destined for burning. Will we throw him away or, wrap him up for another year?
Jesus, Gods man’s size tree.
Chopped down, laid low. Dragged from his place of falling, with chains of sin. The egos, the avarice, the pride and greed of man. This fallen tree, whose bark was crushed and splintered his pulp bruised and torn, became battered and bleeding, to bring Him here to you, to us into the heart of our home. Brought by Gods good intention, so that you may find, he is not man’s invention, but Gods good intention for you to find.
Yes Father Lord, as I look afresh on your frame, I find faith in your fir. Life in your frame. I find meaning, and light in your hope. Help Lord, help me, help us to collect your life giving sap, that flows from your fractured bark, your broken branches, broken to help me find your place of expression for me. Crushed by the machinery of life, and the heel of man's boot, to help us discover by your grace, the Healing, Health and Hope, that is in the meaning of your coming. That we may find the true meaning of your hope.
Thank you for these blessings, in Jesus name Amen.
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