The Firewood Story

The Woodsman once went out to the woods and cut down a big tree. He chopped the tree up into logs to be used as firewood on the cold winter nights. At the bottom of the pile of logs there lay one waiting always for his turn to be burnt in the fire. One-by-one the logs were taken off the top of the heap each night and thrown into the fireplace where they burnt all night long. ‘My, what if my turn comes soon,’ the log at the bottom of the heap worried each night. And still another was taken off of the top of the pile and thrown into the fire. ‘Your time will come soon,’ said one to him as that one was taken by the man for more firewood for the evening. So the log worried and worried as all of his kind was taken night after night and tossed into the fiery furnace for heat and cooking. Now there was only a few of them left, and he knew that soon it would be his turn to be thrown into the fire. And as the last log was taken and burnt and it was only him left at the bottom he said to himself, ‘My time has come at last and next it will be me that is burnt to ashes.’ But as the woodsman took him from the heap and he prepared for the worst, a strange thing happened. The man did not toss him in the flames like all of the rest, but no, he took the last remaining log to his workbench and fashioned an axe handle out of him, as his axe handle had broken recently, and he was need of new one. Soon he was shaped into a tall, strong handle for the man’s axe, and fitted to perfection. He helped chop down many trees for the man after that and the wood was all used for the fire. He was the only log that was ever saved form the terrible flames, and he thanked the woodsman very much for that. Sometimes we worry needlessly as help is might be soon at hand. Our salvation will come in mysterious way in the end. Don't worry, it not quite the end yet even though it may seem so at times.