A Tree In The Midst Of Three

Trees can play an important part in history, there are two very important ones that have
left their mark through the ages, and with a special promise of one to come!

In the beginning

in Eden’s fair garden
was a tree of good and evil

that was forbidden

They did not listen and partook

of the fruit

of the first tree in the midst of three

With one last look they fled in terror

Why do they fear their Heavenly Father?

But He spoke these words “Do not be afraid

a Savior shall be born in a manger of hay”

His path will be lonely, His friends
will forsake Him
on a tree of reconciliation, weeping

This is the second tree in the midst of three

In a grave He lay sleeping, in three days

rising again, visiting with friends then

ascending to heaven, giving us the

hope of His Second Coming

Eden’s tree will be restored

for all who believe, of its fruit

they shall eat
This is the third tree in the midst of three

Its leaves bringing

healing to the nations

and forever in heaven and earth, there

will be peace!

The First Christmas Tree

The first Christmas tree had its beginning in Germany in the 16th
century, when Christians brought trees into their homes. There is a
story told of Martin Luther, the great Protestant Reformer, who
was walking home one wintry night, and as he gazed upon the
snowy hills in the distance, the beauty of the hills silhouetted
against the starry skies, he was stricken with the majesty of
God’s creation. Returning home, gathering his children about a
tree, they decorated it with candles.

Around the year 1226, St Francis of Assisi created the first
Nativity scene with live animals, and the manger holding the
Christ Child. In the Middle Ages, many people could neither
read nor write, and in order to share these heavenly truths,
actors traveled from town to town, reenacting these scenes in
passion plays. These are just some of many more traditions that
are observed at the Advent season!

Preparing our hearts for the coming of Advent

The tradition of the ‘Hanging of the Greens’ is held in many churches
as we begin the journey toward Christmas. Certain colors
are symbolic, the color green represents the living evergreen of
God’s earth
The advent wreath and its candle represents the One

who is about to be born, dispelling the darkness of this world.
May this Christmas season bring everlasting life, love, joy, and peace
reminding us to remember and prepare
for the birth of Jesus!

The Forgotten Christmas Tree

It may be rushing the Christmas season, but this weekend after
Thanksgiving, there is quite a scene, cars bearing the traditional
tree. The trend these last few years, in the selection of a tree is
going in a different direction. Several decades ago when artificial
trees were introduced with their glitter and tinsel, people adopted
a substitute for the once meaningful tree displayed in our homes.
Now midst the chaos and confusion we are experiencing, people
are reaching out with more nurturing ways to express their
celebrations. And now instead of reaching for that dusty box in
the attic, more Christmas tree lots are frequented with holiday
cheer and excitement!

Oh Christmas tree, where have
you been?
For your lovely boughs and
branches of green we have yearned
Your grace we have missed with
your pleasant light
The scent of pine with its silvery
and shining candles in the night
Oh, what joy you bring of love and
The star upon your crown pointing
towards the shepherd’s song, waiting
for the Promised One!

The Visitor

The little child gets distracted in me, always trying to get
her to do what she doesn’t want to do. I just need to let
her rest and learn to be herself.

A candle in the window burns in the eve,
as I knock faintly then turn to leave. Then
the handle begins to turn, and a voice invites
me in, guiding me through a hallway dark
and grey.

There are pictures on the wall, almost as if
they are of me, from a small child to a girl,
who is now grown and tall. Another door before me

slowly opens. As I peer in, there is a room so grand
with an hourglass of passing sand.

A chair sits in the middle and I take a seat.
There are some little ones passing by as they
rub their sleepy eyes. They are forlorn, with
garments ripped and torn, each bearing a
pail of memories.

Looking at them I realize they are a part of
me. I give them love, wash their faces and clean
their shoes, but these are not enough and will not do.
They begin to cry!

“Please, we are tired and would find peace
and rest, letting go of your anxious thoughts
would be best.” These children I have ignored
have been with me through time, and now as
they ask, it is time to let them rest.

hunger games

There are times when I’m not sure I can take another step,
the hunger games sap my strength and there is little left!

Hungry, empty and weary, my sugar lows have descended
to my toes. Starving, rushing into the store, buying a bag
of chips, never mind the dip, just let these morsels pass
between my lips.

Attempting to rip it open, I pull, tug and finally biting with
my teeth, pleading, punching, until I am sobbing.

My pallet savors food, however it comes, steamed,
baked, stewed or even barbecued. Faint and dizzy,
no wonder I’m so skinny, these games are almost too much,
as I say a prayer and try once more.

Lids screwed so tight, while I anticipate at long last
a bite. Twisting and turning, frustrated and crying. All in
all the games played on society complicate life even more.
Oh, if we could just stay out of those scary stores!