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In a message dated 03/29/2000 12:41:02 AM Eastern Standard Time, 
LabibKobti@aol.com writes:

> 
>   PRUNING
>   In the early dawn, a young gardener was pruning his trees and
>   shrubs. He had one choice currant bush which had gone too
>   much to wood. He feared therefore that it would produce little,
>   if any, fruit. Accordingly, he trimmed and pruned the bush and
>   cut it back. In fact, when he had finished, there was little left but
>   stumps and roots.
>  
>   Tenderly he considered what was left. It looked so sad and
>   deeply hurt. On every stump there seemed to be a tear where
>   the pruning knife had cut away the growth of early spring. The
>   poor bush seemed to speak to him, and he thought he heard
>   it say:
>  
>   "O, how could you be so cruel to me; you who claim to be my
>   friend, who planted me and cared for me when I was young,
>   and nurtured me and encouraged me to grow? Could you not
>   see that I was rapidly responding to your care? I was nearly
>   half as large as the trees across the fence, and might soon
>   have become like one of them. But now you've cut my branches  back; the
>  green, attractive leaves are gone, and I am in disgrace among my fellows."
>  
>   The young gardener looked at the weeping bush and heard
>   its plea with sympathetic understanding. His voice was full of
>   kindness as he said, "Do not cry; what I have done to you was
>   necessary that you might be a prize currant bush in my garden.
>   You were not intended to give shade or shelter by your
>   branches. My purpose when I planted you was that you should
>   bear fruit. When I want currants, a tree, regardless of it's size,
>   cannot supply the need."
>  
>   "No, my little currant bush, if I had allowed you to continue to
>   grow as you had started, all your strength would have gone to
>   wood; your roots would not have gained a firm hold, and the
>   purpose for which I brought you into my garden would have
>   been defeated. Your place would have been taken by another,
>   for you would have been barren. You must not weep; all this
>   will be for your good; and some day, when you see more
>   clearly, when you are richly laden with luscious fruit, you will
>   thank me and say, `Surely, he was a wise and loving gardener.
>   He knew the purpose of my being, and I thank him now for
>   what I then thought was cruelty.'"
>  
>   Some years later, this young gardener was in a foreign land,
>   and he himself was growing. He was proud of his position and
>   ambitious for the future.
>  
>   One day an unexpected vacancy entitled him to promotion. The
>   goal to which he had aspired was now almost within his grasp,
>   and he was proud of the rapid growth which he was making.
>  
>  But for some reason unknown to him, another was appointed
>   in his stead, and he was asked to take another post relatively
>   unimportant and which, under the circumstances, caused his
>   friends to feel that he had failed.
>  
>   The young man staggered to his tent and knelt beside his cot
>   and wept. He now knew that he could never hope to have what
>   he had thought so desirable. He cried to God and said, "Oh,
>   how could you be so cruel to me? You who claim to be my friend  - you who
>  brought me here and nurtured and encouraged me to  grow. Could you not see
>  that I was almost equal to the other  men whom I have so long admired? But
>  now I have been cut  down. I am in disgrace among my fellows. Oh, how could
>  you  do this to me?"
>  
>   He was humiliated and chagrinned and a drop of bitterness
>   was in his heart, when he seemed to hear an echo from the
>   past. Where had he heard those words before? They seemed
>   familiar. Memory whispered:
>  
>   "I'm the gardener here."
>  
>   He caught his breath. Ah, that was it - the currant bush! But
>   why should that long-forgotten incident come to him in the
>   midst of his hour of tragedy? And memory answered with
>   words which he himself had spoken;
>  
>   "Do not cry ... what I have done to you was necessary ... you
>   were not intended for what you sought to be, ... if I had allowed
>   you to continue ... you would have failed in the purpose for
>   which I planted you and my plans for you would have been
>   defeated. You must not weep; some day when you are richly
>   laden with experience you will say, `He was a wise gardener.
>   He knew the purpose of my earth life, ... I thank him now for
>   what I thought was cruel.'"


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 PRUNING
 In the early dawn, a young gardener was pruning his trees and
 shrubs. He had one choice currant bush which had gone too
 much to wood. He feared therefore that it would produce little,
 if any, fruit. Accordingly, he trimmed and pruned the bush and
 cut it back. In fact, when he had finished, there was little left but
 stumps and roots.

 Tenderly he considered what was left. It looked so sad and
 deeply hurt. On every stump there seemed to be a tear where
 the pruning knife had cut away the growth of early spring. The
 poor bush seemed to speak to him, and he thought he heard
 it say:

 "O, how could you be so cruel to me; you who claim to be my
 friend, who planted me and cared for me when I was young,
 and nurtured me and encouraged me to grow? Could you not
 see that I was rapidly responding to your care? I was nearly
 half as large as the trees across the fence, and might soon
 have become like one of them. But now you've cut my branches  back; the
green, attractive leaves are gone, and I am in disgrace among my fellows."

 The young gardener looked at the weeping bush and heard
 its plea with sympathetic understanding. His voice was full of
 kindness as he said, "Do not cry; what I have done to you was
 necessary that you might be a prize currant bush in my garden.
 You were not intended to give shade or shelter by your
 branches. My purpose when I planted you was that you should
 bear fruit. When I want currants, a tree, regardless of it's size,
 cannot supply the need."

 "No, my little currant bush, if I had allowed you to continue to
 grow as you had started, all your strength would have gone to
 wood; your roots would not have gained a firm hold, and the
 purpose for which I brought you into my garden would have
 been defeated. Your place would have been taken by another,
 for you would have been barren. You must not weep; all this
 will be for your good; and some day, when you see more
 clearly, when you are richly laden with luscious fruit, you will
 thank me and say, `Surely, he was a wise and loving gardener.
 He knew the purpose of my being, and I thank him now for
 what I then thought was cruelty.'"

 Some years later, this young gardener was in a foreign land,
 and he himself was growing. He was proud of his position and
 ambitious for the future.

 One day an unexpected vacancy entitled him to promotion. The
 goal to which he had aspired was now almost within his grasp,
 and he was proud of the rapid growth which he was making.

But for some reason unknown to him, another was appointed
 in his stead, and he was asked to take another post relatively
 unimportant and which, under the circumstances, caused his
 friends to feel that he had failed.

 The young man staggered to his tent and knelt beside his cot
 and wept. He now knew that he could never hope to have what
 he had thought so desirable. He cried to God and said, "Oh,
 how could you be so cruel to me? You who claim to be my friend  - you who
brought me here and nurtured and encouraged me to  grow. Could you not see
that I was almost equal to the other  men whom I have so long admired? But
now I have been cut  down. I am in disgrace among my fellows. Oh, how could
you  do this to me?"

 He was humiliated and chagrinned and a drop of bitterness
 was in his heart, when he seemed to hear an echo from the
 past. Where had he heard those words before? They seemed
 familiar. Memory whispered:

 "I'm the gardener here."

 He caught his breath. Ah, that was it - the currant bush! But
 why should that long-forgotten incident come to him in the
 midst of his hour of tragedy? And memory answered with
 words which he himself had spoken;

 "Do not cry ... what I have done to you was necessary ... you
 were not intended for what you sought to be, ... if I had allowed
 you to continue ... you would have failed in the purpose for
 which I planted you and my plans for you would have been
 defeated. You must not weep; some day when you are richly
 laden with experience you will say, `He was a wise gardener.
 He knew the purpose of my earth life, ... I thank him now for
 what I thought was cruel.'"
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