I find the following story truly inspirational. We all have a wonderful contribution to make every day to our families, schools, workplaces, parish … wherever we find ourselves. As we continue to embrace the opportunity of 2015 May we find contentment in the gift of who we are. Sadness darkens over Carlow because of the tragic deaths of four wonderful past pupils of St Leo’s College. Their loss to so many brings such devastation and grief. Their lives full of love, hope and youthful energy personifies the new spring we await with expectancy
The three trees
ONCE upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up. The first little tree looked up at the stars and said: “I want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I’ll be the most beautiful treasure chest in the world!”
The second little tree looked out at the small stream trickling by on its way to the ocean. “I want to be traveling mighty waters and carrying powerful kings. I’ll be the strongest ship in the world!
The third little tree looked down into the valley below, where busy men and women worked in a busy town. “I don’t want to leave the mountain top at all. I want to grow so tall that when people stop to look at me they’ll raise their eyes to heaven and think of God. I will be the tallest tree in the world.”
Years, passed. The rains came, the sun shone and the little trees grew tall. One day, three woodcutters climbed the mountain. The first one looked at the first tree and said: “This tree is beautiful. It’s perfect for me.” And with a swoop of his shining axe, the first tree fell. “Now I shall make a beautiful chest, I shall hold wonderful treasure!” the first tree said.
The second woodcutter looked at the second tree and said: “This tree is strong. It’s perfect for me.” With a swoop of his shining axe, the second tree fell. “Now I shall sail mighty waters!” thought the second tree. “I shall be a strong ship for mighty kings!”
The third tree felt her heart sink when the last woodcutter looked her way. She stood straight and tall and pointed bravely to heaven. But the woodcutter never even looked up. “Any kind of tree will do for me,” he muttered. With a swoop of his shining axe, the third tree fell.
The first tree rejoiced when the woodcutter brought her to a carpenter’s shop. But the carpenter fashioned the tree into a feed box for animals. The once-beautiful tree was not covered with gold or treasure. She was coated with sawdust and filled with hay for hungry farm animals.
The second tree smiled when the woodcutter took her to a shipyard, but no mighty sailing ship was made that day. Instead, the once strong tree was hammered and awed into a simple fishing boat. She was too small and too weak to sail to an ocean or even a river, instead she was taken to a little lake.
The third tree was confused when she was cut into strong beams and left her in a lumber yard. “What happened?” The once-tall tree wondered. “All I ever wanted was to stay on the mountain top and point to God …”
Many days and nights passed. The three trees nearly forgot their dreams but one night, golden starlight poured over the first tree as a young woman placed her newborn baby in the feed box. “I wish I could make a cradle for him,” her husband whispered. The mother squeezed his hand and smiled as the starlight shone on the smooth and sturdy wood. “This manger is beautiful,” she said. And suddenly, the first tree knew he was holding the greatest treasure in the world.
One evening, a tired traveller and his friends crowded into the old fishing boat. He fell asleep as the second tree quietly sailed out into the lake. Soon, a thundering storm arose. The little tree shuddered. She knew she did not have the strength to carry so many passengers safely through the wind and the rain.
The tired man awoke. He stood up, stretched out his hand, and said: “Peace.” The storm stopped as quickly as it had begun. And suddenly, the second tree knew he was carrying the king of heaven and earth.
One Friday morning, the third tree was startled when her beams were yanked from the forgotten wood pile. She flinched as she was carried through an angry jeering crowd. She shuddered when soldiers nailed a man’s hand to her. She felt ugly and harsh and cruel. But on Sunday morning, when the sun rose and the earth trembled with joy beneath her, the third tree knew that God’s love had changed everything. It had made the third tree strong. And every time people thought of the third tree, they would think of God. That was better than being the tallest tree in the world.
The next time you feel down because you didn’t get what you wanted, sit tight and be happy, because God is thinking of something better to give you.