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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Christmas Tree (10/09/08)

TITLE: A Home Is No Place, for a tree
By Deborah Caruso
10/15/08


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Setting: a tree farm.
Tree to chipmunk: The snow has been falling for a while now. It wonít be long and the search will begin. I donít mean to brag, but Iíve been told that Iím the cream of the crop this year, so itís been nice knowing you, but Iíve got a feeling my days here on Godís green earth are about to come to an end.

Tree to God: I canít complain Lord, breathing in that fresh clean air and reaching deep into the rich soil of yours has been great. I do have a question for you though. Iíve heard that some of those humans donít believe in you, whatís up with that? Do they think that all this just happened, bang and its here?

God to tree: There are some that think that, tree.

Tree to God: That is inconceivable to me. Quite inconceivable really to all of us out here that know for a fact that youíre the one that sent the springs into the valleys. Every animal and all of the birds have enough sense to know that they get their food and water from you, Creator of heaven and earth. Those birds are constantly singing songs among our branches about how good you are at taking care of them each and every single day.
Canít those humans hear them singing?
We all have to go some time, at least Iíll get to celebrate the birthday of Your beloved Son, who you sent to die for those humans, and died upon a tree too! If they would just believe in Him, they would not perish, but have everlasting life. At least I wonít be chopped down to make room for a shopping mall or something that involves, you know, mammon. I do hope I get picked by a family that knows the real meaning of Christmas; a family that will celebrate Jesus. A family that realizes that the lights they will put on me represents your truth, and that the ornaments they hang on my branches express your amazing grace, and when they open every present underneath me theyíll remember your gift of life to them. If a family like that picks me, I will be happy to go. I want what I do before I leave this earth to glorify you Lord!

Here comes a family now. The little one is running towards me with a big smile on his face. Heís pointing right at me.

Little boy to mom: ďLook mom, this tree is perfect.Ē

Mom to boy: ďYes, Seth, its quite majestic.Ē

Tree to lady: ďThanks lady.Ē

Later that day in the familyís denÖ

Tree to God: I hope they donít forget to water me; Iíll last longer. I saw a piano, thatís always a good sign. Maybe they will sing about you Lord, like the birds. I saw a lot of angels, surely they believe in angels.

God to tree: Some humans collect angels, but they have no idea what they do, because they donít read my word.

Tree to God: They should definitely read your word. Some of these humans can live some pretty artificial lives, kind of like those artificial trees, canít they Lord?

Later that evening.

Tree to God: Well, Iím all decorated now. And Iíve got to say, things are looking promising. I have a lot of crocheted crosses and paper angels on my branches, and the mom has headed for the piano. Now comes the moment of truth.

Family sings: ďOh Little Town of BethlehemÖ.

Tree to God: Lord, thatís where Jesus was born!

Family sings again: ďAway in a mangerÖ.

Tree to God: Thatís where Jesus first slept! You knew all along they were Christians, didnít you God?

God to tree: Yes, I did.

Tree to God: It is true, thereís no place like home, especially a home where Christians live, but thereís no place like earth for a tree.
Inspired by St. John 3:16 and Psalms 104


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lynn potter10/18/08
creative and whitty!
thanks!
Celeste Ammirata10/23/08
What a sweet story with an important message. Congratulations on winning first place!
Sheri Gordon10/23/08
Congratulations on your 1st place. I like the unique format.