To finish this area of study, I decided to share a modern day parable with my class. This being the Northwest I felt a parable involving a tree would be appropriate.
The Parable of Little Spruce
Poor Little Spruce was sad. She was not tall and glorious
like the whispery aspen. She could not grow apples like the apple tree. She did
not have an invigorating pine scent like the proud, bushy pine tree. She was
very unhappy.
She asked her friend Raccoon to dot pine sap on her
branches, and Raccoon was glad to help. And it worked! The smell of pine
emanated from her branches, adding to the delicious, earthy scent of the
forest.
Until it rained and the pine sap washed off her.
“Maybe I can bear fruit!” she said when her cones grew
in. She concentrated very, very hard on them, and sent every bit of her sap
to the tips of her branches in hopes the cones would turn into apples. But they did not turn into apples. Or any other
kind of edible fruit.
“Well, anyway, what I really want is to be tall like the
other trees,” she said. So she asked her
friend Squirrel to tie a rope to her tip-top, and then attach the other end to
the tip-top of the tallest aspen. Squirrel did his best to pull the rope
tighter and tighter, so that it would stretch her out and make her tall like
the aspen.
But it did not.
“I have nothing to offer the world!” She moaned.
That’s when the Creator came walking by, “Oh silly Little Spruce.”
He said. “I already have a whispery
aspen, an apple tree, and a pleasing scented pine tree. I do not need you to be
any of those things.”
“But Creator, I’m just nothing. Just a little scrub of a
tree.”
“You already please me, Little Spruce. You are exactly as I
created you to be, and you are good.” He told her gently touching her branches.
“I do? I am?” Little Spruce asked, “Really?”
“Really Little Spruce!” the Creator chuckled as He continued
His walk through the forest.
I please the Creator just as I am. He made me just the way
He wanted me! She thought. The idea
pleased Little Spruce to no end. She
couldn’t think about her smallness anymore, because she couldn’t stop thinking
about how she pleased the Creator and how he made her so unique. Finally, she
could hold it in no longer.
“Thank you Creator, for the way you made me! Thank you for
all the different kinds of trees! You are an awesome Creator!” She pointed her
branches to heaven, and just thought about the Creator.
Suddenly, her trunk began to stretch toward heaven. She
pointed her tip-top to where the Creator sat. She heard the Creator chuckle
with delight.
“Thank you!” she called.
And she spent the rest of her life praising the Creator, in
snow, and in sun and in rain. She praised Him when hunting eagles perched atop
her branches, and when hikers rested in her shade. She never thought about her
height again, only about the Creator.
And she taught her children to do the same.
It is a simple parable, but the message is something I think every person has struggled with in their lifetime.
To really bring the message home I gave each of my students a little tree grow kit.
It will be interesting to see if the trees will grow as well as my students do!