There is a Jewish story of three trees in a forest and they often talked among themselves about their wishes, their dreams, their expectations of life for them. The first tree told the others that she always wanted to be a part of a furniture in a large palace, enjoying a life of luxury and seeing Kings and Princes, Queens and Princesses parade by her. When it was cut, it ended up in a carpenter’s shop in the town of Nazareth, and rested there for a few years, until the carpenter named Joseph decided to make out of it a rocking crib for the baby that his wife gave him. And so the tree that desired to live among royalty, ended up cradling the Prince of Peace, the King of Kings. The tree realized what a special baby it was that rested in her arms every day as his mother rocked him to sleep. (to be continued....)
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