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The Painful But Productive Practice Of Pruning

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In my last Words of Grace (Be Like a Tree and Let the Dead Leaves Drop) I wrote about my giant sycamore tree – the thorn in the side of my neighbors. My stately tree is viewed (I believe half-heartedly) as a nuisance to some because when the cooler and darker days of autumn arrive, the massive leaves of this tree flutter downwards, and more often than not, allow any gentle breeze to carry them into my neighbors’ yards. Actually, I don’t think it really bothers them – it just gives us something to talk and laugh about. Along with...

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Be Like A Tree And Let The Dead Leaves Drop

  |   Words of Grace

So, as most of my church knows – as well as my neighbors – I have a giant sycamore tree in my front yard that I planted about twenty-four years ago. When I planted the tree it was about five feet tall; now it stretches a good sixty-plus feet into the air. The reason this tree would be known to both the church and my neighbors is because over the years this beautiful shade-producing tree has become a much talked about albatross around my neck.   Why? Because the sycamore sprouts giant leaves – millions of them – and they all fall...

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