Having lived in the Arizona desert most of my life I am ignorant to customs and legends in other parts of the country.
Many years ago a friend, returning from visiting family in the South, brought me a dogwood blossom. Attached to it was a little card with the “Legend of the Dogwood Tree” by an unknown author.
In Jesus’ time, the dogwood grew
To a stately size and a lovely hue.
‘Twas strong and firm, its branches interwoven.
For the cross of Christ its timbers were chosen.
Seeing the distress at this use of their wood
Christ made a promise which still holds good:
“Never again shall the dogwood grow
Large enough to be used so.
Slender and twisted, it shall be
With blossoms like the cross for all to see.
As blood stains the petals marked in brown,
The blossom’s center wears a thorny crown.
All who see it will remember Me
Crucified on a cross from the dogwood tree.
Cherished and protected, this tree shall be
A reminder to all of My agony.”
As with most legends there is both truth and myth in the story. I cannot attest to the validity of the dogwood being used to form the cross that our Savior died on but I love the heart of the person who, looking at this blossom, thought of Jesus just from seeing its petals.
All of nature tells us of the greatness of our God. The waves that rush to the shore, a honey bee collecting pollen from a flower, the sun, moon and stars, the landscape covered with a blanket of snow and the blossom of the dogwood tree.
“When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers— the moon and the stars you set in place— 4 what are mere mortals that you should think about them, human beings that you should care for them? 5 Yet you made them only a little lower than God and crowned them with glory and honor. 6 You gave them charge of everything you made, putting all things under their authority— 7 the flocks and the herds and all the wild animals, 8 the birds in the sky, the fish in the sea, and everything that swims the ocean currents. 9 O Lord, our Lord, your majestic name fills the earth!” Psalm 8:3-9 NLT
Our Father has filled with earth with signs of His majesty.
We all have our story to tell, just like the dogwood tree. Let’s give testimony of how Christ has impacted our lives. May it be a story that honors Him!