It had to be the saddest Christmas tree Jenny had ever seen in her life. At the age of ten, she felt that she was a connoisseur of what a good Christmas tree should look like. It was 1956 and she was attending her first year at a new school and in the fifth grade. The family had just moved into an older-looking house and she was adjusting to her new life, with three other siblings; each one fighting constantly for recognition and attention.
The Christmas tree stood in the corner of the school’s music room and was donated by a local church. It was all the church could afford and they wanted to help out the old school, for it was in disrepair and in need of money.
As she stood in the hallway looking at the tree she wondered if there were something she could do to make the tree come alive. Well, she thought and thought until she actually became tired and worn out. As she walked home from school that day, she looked around at the fallen leaves under her feet and came up with a plan. It may not work, she thought but she wanted to give it a try.
She began her plan by praying for help and guidance. “Dear Jesus, we have a tree at my school that is so small, tiny and without any ornaments and it is the saddest and lowliest tree that I have ever seen. It is even worse than the one we have at our home. Will you show me a way where I could do something to make that tree look more like Christmas? If you do, I promise that I will work harder at school and help more at home. You see, Jesus, my mommy and daddy fight a lot and we have a lot of problems home with my two sisters who fight all the time and a brother who is so nervous. Thank you, Jesus for hearing my prayer. By the way, I love you a lot!”
After she said her prayer, she felt better but she also knew that sometimes when she prayed, she didn’t get an answer. She was hopeful but really didn’t expect much..
So, it was two days later that she went once again to the school’s music room, longing to see if her prayers had been answered. As she reached the door to the room, she heard voices inside. They were older students, so she decided to come back later. So, she went outside and played in the school yard and returned an hour later.
Her patience paid off and about an hour later she returned to the room. She wanted to go home; for she was tired but she wanted another look at the tree.
As she peered around the corner and looked into the room, she saw something amazing. The tree wasn’t different than before but it had taken on a kind of “golden-glow.”
She was pleased with what she saw and left feeling happy and positive. She decided that she wouldn’t go back to the room for awhile, for clearly God had heard her prayer.
She continued to pray for the tree and about a week later she decided to take one last look, for Christmas was just days away. As she rounded the corner to the room, before going in she prayed, “Dear Jesus, thank you for answering my prayer! The tree looks lovely and thank you for its wonderful golden glow.”
As she looked in she was stunned with how the tree had changed. Not only did it still have that wonderful glow but it had many presents under the tree. Amazed at what she saw, she walked in and looked down at the presents.
She saw names that she was familiar with….Jane Briscow, Andy Beemis, Helen Tabernathy….Well, the list went on and on. But, she didn’t see anything for her……until she saw a small package way in the back and saw her name shining out--Jenny Crawford. She walked over to the package, picked it up and began carefully opening the gift.
As she opened the tiny box, she found something that made her extremely happy and would until the die she died….a lovely picture of Jesus, standing at a door and knocking and with it a coupon for a lovely large Christmas tree at Jake’s hardware. And at the bottom of the coupon was a signature, “Love, Jesus.”
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