“Mommy mommy, I want this one.”
“Really? You can have any one you like, any one.”
“I want this one, Amy pulled at her moms hand.”
Amy’s mom, Angela looked up at the tree.
The branches were spindly, it had been cut at such an angle that it’s axis was off.
It was shorter than the rest of the Christmas trees up for sale.
Angela looked around, the store was full of fuller, taller and far superior looking trees.
Sighing as she looked at Amy’s determined face.
“You really want this one?”
“Yes” Amy smiled and ran to it, hugging its branches.
“Right, come on then.”
Angela paid for the tree, as the assistant loaded it onto the car.
Getting it home, she placed it in the corner of the room.
As she looked at the rest of the decorations, she looked at the bare looking, plain little tree.
Shaking her head, she turned out the light and shut the door.
The next morning Angela came down to make breakfast.
Amy was sitting at the kitchen table smiling, grabbing her mother’s hand she pulled her towards the living room.
“Amy, what are you doing?”
“Mommy, come look!”
Pulling her along, she pushed the living room door open.
There in front of her stood the little Christmas tree.
Covered in twinkling lights, small ornaments, and a handmade paper angel on the top.
Amy looked up at her mom waiting for her approval.
Under the tree a small stack of presents had been placed.
“Did you do this Amy?” She looked down.
Amy smiled, “Do you like it mommy?”
“It’s beautiful Amy, very beautiful.”
“Can we make some ginger bread men friends to hang on its empty branches mommy?”
As she looked at the tree, she was reminded.
God look’s at us like this.
We may see the imperfections we have, the things we wish we could change. We may look at others and compare.
When God looks at us, he does not judge us by our outer appearance, but by our hearts.
Amy looked at the tree and saw it was the outcast one, the one no one wanted.
She took it in, gave it a home and made it beautiful
Gods makes all things beautiful, in his time.
Let’s remember, Jesus went out and looked for those who others would turn away from.
He went out and loved those others despised.
The innocence of a small child who saw something no one else wanted, who did not ignore it, but took it in and made it beautiful.
This is how God wants us to be with the lost people of this world.
Let’s not forget that.