The joke with our Christmas tree this year was that if it were a human, it would have been made fun of at school by mean kids. We were happy to bring it into our home and let it fill our apartment with its lovely branches.The thing that struck me about the tree-hunting experience is that deep in the woods, in its natural home, it looked like a beautiful tree. It caught our eyes. It stood with great beauty and strength.
Then we brought it out onto the road, away from the depth of the woods, and it suddenly looked different. Not the natural, organic beauty that we saw just a few minutes before. It looked thin and wide and not the “perfect Christmas tree” that we were convinced it was.
How often do we see people in our lives just like this tree. Perhaps its vice-versa. Removed from our natural element, we suddenly become exposed...naked branches.
A friend reminded me of the real reason for Christmas and the irony in my perception of our tree. Jesus was born for this exact reason. To let our thing, wide, scraggly branches become full, natural beauty in our true home.
May your branches be lovely all year long, and may we learn to love all the thin, wide, scraggly ones, too :)
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