The following is a children's story. However, it has a message that touches all ages. This is the first of such I have written. I hope you enjoy and will feel free to share it with others as well as your children and grandchildren. Romans 8:18-30 is a good reference for the content. (See note at bottom regarding comments.)
THE LITTLE PINE TREE
The Little Pine Tree asked the Creator, “Why are my
needles so tender and green and my parents and grandparents so dry and
brittle?” “Will mine stay green forever, I feel so fresh and new?” Creator told the little Pine Tree to enjoy his freshness
while he can but someday he will become as the old ones. This made Little Pine
Tree sad. He asked Creator, “Why do we become old with brown and brittle
limbs?” “Why can’t we grow big and stay as fresh as I?” “I don’t like this
getting old!” “I don’t like it at all!” “I don’t like it either,” said Creator.
“And it was not the way I ever wanted it to be.” “However, my children, whom I
created, that are in My image did what I told them not to do.” “What they did
is called ‘sin’.” “They disobeyed me and instead did what they wanted to do.
They thought it would make them happy.” “What you see in your parents and
grandparents is called ‘death’. It happens because of what my children did.”
The Little Pine Tree did not like this. He did not think
it was fair that Creator’s children would make him become dry, brown and
brittle and lose his tender, green needles. He became angry and felt sadder and
sadder. Then Creator told the Little Pine Tree that he had done something that
would fix everything. My son, Jesus would give his life for my children, the ones created in My image. He
would actually die on something called a cross that would be made out of one
like your parents and grandparents. Then, he would be buried in the ground
where your kind have their roots. After three days, he would become alive
again. That was Creator’s plan.
When Jesus finished all that, it was made possible for my
children, who are created in My image, to live forever with me. For you, Little Pine Tree, I have a brand-new
place like this one, but everything is young. You and your kind will be able to
keep their fresh, green, tender needles and grow tall the same way. It is a new
earth. In fact, I am making a new earth and a new heaven. There will not be any
sin there at all. Because of that there will be no death either. There won’t
even be any of the sadness and anger you feel right now.
The Little Pine Tree could hardly speak. He felt so good
by the words Creator spoke. He said, “Why would you do that?” Creator told him
that in the beginning when he did his creating, he had said that everything was
good, and he meant it. He liked what he had created. Most of all he loved his
children, who were created in His image, and did not want them to keep on dying. He wanted them to be with him
forever. The Little Pine Tree said, “Why
did you make me?” Creator told him he was created to bring good things to his
children, who were created in His image . Creator told Little Pine Tree that he and his kind were very important. They were beautiful to look at
and some were quite magnificent. Little Pine Tree wasn’t sure what that big
word meant. Creator said, “Some of your kind are made into places for my
children, who were created in My image, to worship me and into places for them to live. You have a very important
purpose.”
Creator told Little Pine Tree, “I have put a feeling into
you that makes you want to be free from sin and death and as soon as I send
Jesus back to the earth for the last time to get my children, who were created in My image, your kind will
not have to get old, dry and brittle anymore.” “So, perk up Little Pine. Lift
your branches toward the sky. Even your breath praises me. ‘The trees of the
field shall clap their hands’. My Book, the Bible talks a lot about trees and
how strong and important they are.”
The Little Pine Tree felt a bit overwhelmed by all this,
but, after all, he did ask. After he and Creator talked, he was much happier
and decided to enjoy his tender, fresh, young, branches and stretched them as
far as he could toward the sky and dreamed about a place where he might live
forever young.
The End
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