“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven....” Ecclesiastes 3:1
It has always made sense to me that every thing in this world has a purpose, a meaning for its existence. I have long observed members of the bird kingdom, noting the beauty of their songs; how peaceful and calming, even happy. When for some reason their songs are silenced, the silence is a bit unnerving. One can hardly imagine what the world would be without the sweet songs of God’s creatures called birds. There is the fragrance of the flowers, the abundance of the clouds, the coolness of the breeze, but I often wondered what my purpose was in this life. I am simply a tree. I longed to be a cedar of Lebanon, or an acacia tree that would used in the building of the grand furnishings for the House of God. But then I learned that it was my lot to become an implement of torture, a tool used for the execution of the wicked.
I grieved over this for many days, until I learned that it would be through my service that the Son of God would become the sin sacrifice for all mankind. He would become a curse for them by becoming cursed in his hanging upon me in an excruciating death. What an honor the Creator had placed upon me, a lowly tree. Honestly, among all the trees on the hills around Judaea, none have been so blessed as I with a purpose in life second to none. It has been my privilege to serve the Savior, and to be a part of His great plan. His service is the greatest purpose and meaning of life.
Scripture Reading: Galatians 3:13; Philippians 1:18-21