Tree of Life


Isaac found a secluded spot in the park and knelt beneath a tree. Facing its trunk, he considered the problem. “Lord, let it be done unto me according to your will. Thy will, not my will.”

He shifted his position just once to move off a gnarled tree root that pressed against his leg, and swept his mind clear to make room for the Lord.  He could hear the branches creaking in the wind.

He remained still for a time. Something struck his head, and he opened his eyes in surprise as the fruit bounced before him on the ground. The words came to him:

Nathanael said to him, “How do you know me?” Jesus answered him, “Before Philip called you, when you were under the fig tree, I saw you.”

Isaac gathered up the gift and stood. He knew the answer now.  Grace hangs down from heaven’s high branches. It is not seized by effort, but freed by prayer.


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