The Leaves of the Healing Tree

A Parable Of A Lost Inheritance

Once upon the land lived a great family – great in wealth, wonderful in wisdom and strong in power. They sought great things and fought great battles, winning treasures and shaping their times. They were liberators, kingly in word and deed, who fought and bled and died. They freely received that they may freely give.

They raised up princes — fearless lovers and fearsome warriors. They received heavenly favor and gifts, secrets of heaven that were once hidden to the world. They gained a great inheritance by faith and the blood, that they kept for the sake of the coming generations.

The Loss

But an enemy plotted their downfall, and those that received this great inheritance did not grasp what they possessed. They despised the gifts they never earned, and gambled away great portions of the riches gained by blood in games of careless words. The ancient gifts of healing hand and seeing eye were tossed aside for shiny new implements and became as superstitions and vanity.

Their enemy laughed at their foolishness when the sons sought power through wisdom yet lost their authority. He came and went as he pleased, slipping under their doors, bringing division and pain, blinding them to himself, until he even became part of their own counsels. So the land lay dormant, wilting, broken under the oppressor…and there was no one to grieve the great lost inheritance.

Who would heal the wicked wounds? Who would break the binding fear? And there was a time and a season.

A New Wind

But a new wind began to blow across the surface of this deep darkness.

Where did it come from? Some say it was the great breath of heaven itself. It was the time, for heaven had long heard the tears of torment from the little ones.

So the wind blew free. Ignited sparks and eager flames rose and were quenched…but the wind was not of this world and none could withstand it.

Then fire fell from heaven and spread its mighty wings. The poorest sons awoke first from their slumber as its rich, sweet rain drenched them. They learned their name and read their history…this time with awe.

And sons began to ask and seek on bloody knees, stretching out their withered arms. “We are wretched”, they said, “when once we possessed true riches. We have lost our sight and we are now in shame”. “Is there not a cause?”, they asked.

Some wept over the slaves saying “Not for our sakes, nor for our glory, but for the sake of these who die while they yet live, return to us the gifts and strength that were once ours”.

And heaven heard and the great wind smiled. It was the time for the lost inheritance to be restored.

Sons will struggle, but with joy knowing that their sons and daughters will possess a hundredfold. For the land has yet to see their full inheritance, the time when all things will be restored.

Could This Be The Hour?

The leaves of the healing tree are green again, and I smell the living river as it yearns to overflow.

Are not the seeds of the nations waiting for us, indeed the very earth itself? Amen, and may the hearts of the sons return to their fathers that the curse on the land be broken.