A Woodcutter’s Wonder

Did the woodcutter who felled the tree understand its destination? Planted. Growing ever skyward till need and destiny collided.
Now our focus changes to a man with outstretched hands, one hand accepting a piece of bread, the other transcends space, and exchanges friendship for coinage. Giddy adversaries rub their blood-stained hands together as their trap is set. His kiss of betrayal is a foreshadowing of his own death on a self-hung noose.

The felled tree, held no resemblance to its initial state, changed by man’s woodworking ways, hewn and slashed into a cross. Splashed with blood of a man’s pierced hands and feet, now raised for all to see.

One tree held regret, alas not repentance: the other shouted resurrection’s victory over death.

Our eyes move from his innocent slaughtered body offered up on the hewed tree to the empty tomb, then to the clouds on which he rose.
The journey of Good Friday to Resurrection Sunday is good news. His blood-soaked offer of love is held out with outstretched pierced hands. It’s His gift of everlasting life to all who will receive.

Rev 5:8- For with your blood you purchased men for God.

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