The third tree dreamt of one day being part of a tower perched on a hill, which would defy storms, wind and rain and give protection to all those who shelter inside it. However, when it was cut, it ended up in an abandoned yard in Jerusalem. It sat there for many years until one day it was picked up and made into a cross. It cried when she saw that her role was to serve as a form of torture on which someone would see his death. Her cries were turned to relief when she noticed that the person chosen to carry the cross to the hill on which he would be eventually crucified was a truly holy man. When He was dying, the tree heard him say prayers of forgiveness, and even forgave another prisoner dying next to him. He went as far as forgive those who had caused his death. And when He died, she heard a centurion claim ’This was truly the Son of God.’ The tree then realized how special she was as the blood of an innocent person became part of its texture, and thus the world was redeemed.
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