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The Book of Axe
by Don Beers
01/19/07
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Mark 8:22-26:
Then He came to Bethsaida; and they brought a blind man to Him, and begged Him to touch him. So He took the blind man by the hand and led him out of the town. And when He had spit on his eyes and put His hands on him, He asked him if he saw anything. And he looked up and said, "I see men like trees, walking."
Then He put His hands on his eyes again and made him look up. And he was restored and saw everyone clearly. Then He sent him…
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Trees, partners of man who lift their leafy hands to the heavens, created by the Almighty to serve His crowning creation; rooted and grounded they silently give themselves to man. Hillside sentinels, standing a post until the call comes for service elsewhere.

Some are cut down, pruned and sawn into material useful to build houses. Others stand at attention, row and column as the fruit of their hands it harvested: transplanted in the orchard of humanity’s storehouses to feed the masses. In quiet obedience to the Creator, except the wind blow through their branches, we would never hear them worshipping Him. Some trees are planted to offer themselves in unseen sacrifice; their role in the life of man is to present themselves as shields, taking the heat or enduring the rain.

Taken for granted, as men use them to leave their mark in the world; embalmed with lead, the vessel of choice for forests of writers now pressing their lifeless forms against paper, giving form to thought. Paper made from the fallen body of one of their own.

Still others are pressed into bloody service; cruel devices of execution are made out of them. They take up their crosses to become crosses.

One stood its ground, silently praying that the knowledge of good and evil would forever be its secret. It had the honor of sharing Eden with the tree of life.

The forbidden tree surrendered to deceived man’s selfish demands; the juices of its fruit laced with the serpents venom; the man drank deep. The Creator posted a guard by the tree of life. Its offering of fruit was now the forbidden of God. It would have to wait until Calvary’s harvest; where its’ eternal juices were pressed into a cup of suffering. Man could drink deeper. The serpent fastened to the wooden staff in Moses hand; a proof that the snake of Eden had no sway over fruit borne on the branches of Golgotha’s tree.

Trees, created by our Creator to minister to His new creations in Christ Jesus they stand to testify; declaring His glory.

If you gaze into your born again family tree with a quiet heart and listen as the mighty wind of Acts blows through the branches of your soul you will hear the worship of men and angels. Your acts of silent service to Him as you extend the fruit of forever, an offering to other men in the garden of the Lord, you weep as they choose knowledge, rather than life.

Behold the woodworker of Bethlehem, who would be nailed, fastened to the wooden doors of Heavens courtroom, the wooden gavel of Golgotha had fallen across His back. Like fruit He fell into the ground of our fertile soul. Trials like a plow, opening our soul so He could descend into the depths of our heart. Like a tree planted by rivers of living water we were rooted and grounded in love, God’s love. Our roots sinking deeper and deeper into the fertile soil of scripture, we are the “greater than Solomon’s” well watered garden.

This act of natures God is glorious but it is not without difficulties.

In this divine orchard of fellowship, called the Church, we’ve not only seen men just like the one that met Jesus that day, we were them. They come to Jesus, just as we’d hoped but all they do is use us. They see us as trees walking about.

Our own words show how deeply we feel the axe (acts) of their deeds rip away the bark of our being. We use the language of the tree when we say things like;

“I’m tired of them always ‘cutting me down’.”
“He keeps ‘picking on me’.” And
“I ‘fell’ for that once before, but…’”
“I’m so tired of being used.”

But, like the man in the story, what did it take for the man to see them clearly and instead of using them to construct his own kingdom, he became one of them and offered himself to be used in the building of the habitation of God; wood covered with gold?

Read the verses again and see not just how the man saw other men, but this time look higher, up into the branches of Calvary’s tree and see Jesus hanging there. See Him offering the shade of grace, boughs of mercy as He bowed mercifully, the wind of the Spirit blowing through His branches singing the song of the Redeemer. The fruit of Eden’s tree bearing Eternal life that would only yield its crimson juice of salvation when pressed against that tree.

Though people all around us may “see us as trees” and use us, stay rooted and grounded in love. Be as silently prayerful as a tree and watch as the Creator touches them again. Behold in quiet amazement as the Nazarene carpenter works with the hardwood of their souls. Stand fast and see how the Master craftsman takes a man and fashions him into the dwelling place of God.

Like a tree planted by rivers of living water, though the blade of harvest bring pain, know this, that although many lumberjacks come into your forest, your falling for Him is part of their calling. Until they see Jesus, they will never see us clearly. They can't see the forest until they see Him on a tree.

When Lucifer was thrown from heaven, the force of his fall caused fruitful creation to fall to the ground. It lay to rot in corruption, until another tree was shaken and released its fruit. The earthquake of the crucifixion tore the ground and buried the Seed of David, untouched by the corruption of sin He lay dormant for two days. On the third day the Vine of Heaven rose above the soil of our sin. The tree of Eden has been transplanted. The guardian angels of Eden were over the mercy seat of the Ark and the tomb.

The serpent has to coil in the tree of our garden too. If the snake is not there to tempt then man has only one choice. God would be chosen, only because there were no other choices to make; forced obedience instead of free will offerings of praise.

There will be a Serpent in your garden and men who will treat you like a tree, but before you cut down the man who uses you, perhaps it would be best to show them the scars of bearing your cross as you are identified with Him who hung on the tree for us and them?

Don’t worry about the snake; God beat him with the Branch of Jesse.

I could say more, but it’s time for me to “leaf.”








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Kingdom Citizen 15 Mar 2008
"Don’t worry about the snake; God beat him with the Branch of Jesse." Thanks for this great reminder about the simplicity of life and the Glory of the Lord Jesus. You are a great author. God bless you. Keep writing for the Lord. Thank you for your comments. I appreacite it and it did help me. My articles are predominantly short. That particular poem that I wrote is built on Matthew 16:13-20;4:17. Thanks again for your help. Amen.




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