"Hey you two, stop you are going to tear something up" I bossed from the couch. My brother and sister were fighting over the Christmas tree, well not really the tree but what was under it. They were trying to sneak a peak at their gifts while our parents were gone.
You know how it is with teens, we tell our parents anything to get them to leave us alone for a while at the house. "We will make sure nothing gets broken or out of place; yeah, right."
I wanted to join my siblings but I was afraid of getting in trouble so I was content to watch. All I needed was some popcorn for this movie.
Well the movie got out of hand; my sister kicked my brother into the tree and ornaments, packages, arms and legs went flying everywhere. Dazed, my brother crawled out of the tree with just a few scratches and a wounded ego, but the tree suffered an almost mortal wound. The twisted tinsel hung around a big gaping hole that matched the gaping hole of my sibling's mouths, as they stood there in shock.
It was so funny, I don't know who's mouth was opened wider, the tree or my brother and sister's.
I was hooting with laughter as the scene turned into panic. My comedy soon turned into a horror flick, ok maybe I am stretching it a bit, but it did look a little scary. I felt sorry for them so I tried to help from my safe, I am not part of this position on the couch. I never laughed so hard in my life. This is better than watching the three stooges.
O how are they going to cover up this Christmas tree fiasco before our parents return home? How in the world do you cover up a hole in a tree? They tried twisting the lights around the bent limbs, it looked pitiful. Then they had an idea. "Lets turn the tree around so the hole is facing the wall,"yeah that might work." So they turned the tree around to face the wall and put the pretty side to the front, so unless you went behind it you might not ever know what was really back there.
They quickly straightened up the gifts as I tried to straighten up the smirk on my face. I really didn't want to get them in trouble. I knew they had stuff on me that they would gladly use if I turned on them.
Our parents arrived shortly there after and were totally clueless of the wound to the tree. Acutally they didn't know a thing until Christmas was over and it was time to take the tree down. The real story came out then and we all had a good laugh.
So what is the moral of this story?
Well some of us do that with our own lives. We are wounded by friends, family, church people, etc. and we find ourselves standing there with the tinsel of life hanging around the gaping hole in our heart where someone kicked into our tree and almost left a mortal wound.
In my life I have tried to turn myself around to face the wall and put forth my pretty side so know one would see the big hole of pain, anger, bitterness and disappointmet. And no one knows the hole is there until someone goes behind the tree.
Two thousand years ago Jesus was kicked onto a tree, with gaping holes in his hands, feet and side. He hung on the "Christ Must Tree" to set us free from every pain and sorrow,and even the sin we struggle with. We don't have to hide the hole in our heart. He is waiting to fill it with his love and healing. So next time you look at a Christmas tree remember that there is a happy ending. Jesus didn't stay on that tree. He is alive and well, celebrate him, not just at Christmas but also all through the year.
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