I just put out our noble fir tree that graced our home this past Christmas. When I bought it, the branches and fir needles were full of moisture. Although it drew water for three straight weeks, when I put it out to be disposed of, the tree was dry, devoid of life. It served its purpose, however, as it held lights and ornaments and ribbon. It brought joy to everyone who entered out home. In our guest bath there is another tree – actually a symbol of a tree – the tree of pain and sorrow. It is a cross made out of driftwood and it symbolizes the Cross on which Jesus laid down his life voluntarily. This tree also brings me joy and thanksgiving whenever I see it. It’s a reminder that, no matter that I am “a wretch like me”, Jesus paid my ransom. He is life!