I know of a certain family which has for years spent a Saturday in mid-December finding and bringing home the right Christmas tree. They do not buy a tree off a lot. Instead, they prefer to go to a tree farm. There they spend much time selecting the tree that is just right--not too tall, not too thin, with just the right shape. Then the tree is cut down and brought home. Last year the choice was very difficult. Not because there weren't a lot of beautiful trees available. The problem was that the youngest member of the family, little Jeannine, didn't like any of the really pretty ones. Her attitude was different. She said, "I'm looking for a tree that needs me. Then I'll make it beautiful."

Little Jeannine was reflecting the attitude of God. I'm so glad that God does not cater to the beau…