While visiting a farm/bed and breakfast/restaurant, I took the time to peruse my copy of A Scrapbook of Christmas Firsts. Overlooking the valley full of grape vineyards and olive trees, I couldn’t help but think of how those symbols play such an important part of the story of God’s plan revealed in the Scriptures. God as gardener. Jesus as the vine. The branches that are to bear fruit.
As we strolled through a walled garden in the little town of San Gimignano amid silvery green olive trees ripening with their fruit, I thought of the garden where Jesus prayed in Jerusalem. There were probably olive trees there as well. I remembered the olive branch as a symbol of peace. Jesus, that little baby we celebrate at Christmas, was foretold in Isaiah to be the Prince of Peace—a peace the world little understands.
As we strolled through a walled garden in the little town of San Gimignano amid silvery green olive trees ripening with their fruit, I thought of the garden where Jesus prayed in Jerusalem. There were probably olive trees there as well. I remembered the olive branch as a symbol of peace. Jesus, that little baby we celebrate at Christmas, was foretold in Isaiah to be the Prince of Peace—a peace the world little understands.
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