He pulled up some weeds here and
there. He passed his hand fondly over the old trunk. Then he looked
up at the place among the branches where he had sat that day when he
first saw Jesus. After this he turned away, and with a smile of
gratitude went back to his home. His wife afterward referred to the
matter and asked him why he took such care of the old tree. His quiet
answer was, "It was that tree which brought me to him whom my soul
loveth."
There is no true life without its sacred memorial of special blessing
or good. There is something that tells of favor, of deliverance, of
help, of influence, of teaching, of great kindness. There is some
spot, some quiet walk, some room, some book, some face, that always
recalls sweet memories. There is something that is precious to us
because in some way it marks a holy place in life's journey. Most of
us understand that loving interest of Zaccheus in his old tree, and can
believe the little fancy to be even true. In what life is there no
place that is always kept green in memory, because there a sweet
blessing was received?
Yet there seem to be many who forget their benefits. There is much
ingratitude in the world. It may not be so universal as some would
have us believe. There surely are many who carry in their hearts,
undimmed for long years, the memory of benefits and kindnesses received
from friends, and who never cease to be grateful and to show their
gratitude.
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