12/21/08 Reflections We have a huge white pine tree at the corner of our cabin which is slated to be cut down because if left to itself it could fall in such a way as it could kill us.
There are millions of acres of huge white pines just like it around us. Our lake is ringed by white pine forest, our island is covered mostly in white pine, and there are even other white pines in our yard that could fall on our cabin. But this particular white pine has an ant nest at its base; it’s very old and probably the ants have compromised it. Woodpeckers land on it and listen – they know the ants are there, and because the woodpeckers are listening for the ants, we know the ants are there too.
Because the white pine is still healthy at the top we know that it might stand for many years – white pines many times die from the top down and it often takes a long time. But because this one is healthy at the top, its sap and moisture makes it a lightning rod just a few feet from our cabin. And because it’s healthy at the top, it’s needles catch every breeze; when the breeze turns into a gale the tree’s healthy top will twist and turn and possibly break. If it breaks in one direction it will fall on our cabin. Or the tree could uproot completely in the wind, bringing down the whole tree instead of just the top.
The white pine is very big and very heavy. If we are in the cabin when the tree falls on the cabin, it could kill us. If it falls a bit to one side it could destroy our dock and the boats tied to it. These boats aren’t disposable pleasure craft. They are our transportation in the way that others have a car in their driveway.
Because of all this the white pine is slated to be cut down. Before the water froze we had moved the dock to the other shore so that the white pine would not fall on the dock when we cut it. We have waited for winter because if we fall the white pine into the water we can’t retrieve it. We want to retrieve it because otherwise it would be an eyesore and get in the way of the boats coming into the dock. We also want to use the wood of the white pine to burn in the woodstove to keep us warm.
We are waiting for the ice on the lake to get thicker so that when the heavy tree falls on the ice the ice won’t break through or crack, making the water come up and soak through the snow in such a way as to make us have to wade through slush in order to get to our cabin. And if the ice is thick enough to hold up when the white pine falls on it, this is better for cutting the tree into blocks for firewood, because if we fall the tree onto the ice instead of aimingl it for the ground of the shoreline, we will not have to worry about dulling the chain saw by hitting rocks — hitting the ice with the chain saw doesn’t dull the chain saw.
I’m telling you all this to underscore the preparations we are going through to plan for our change to what God has wrought for the white pine. God put the white pine there for a reason, and the good of human life is the reason. When the white pine threatens that good, it’s within our stewardship to cut down the tree and remove the threat. We should have done that when we renovated this boathouse and moved in. Since then, whenever the wind howls and the lightning flashes, I’ve thought of the threat the white pine is to our safety. But when the storm is over we move on to other worries and forget how scary the tree is.
There is a reason why we keep putting off cutting down the white pine. Out from one if its huge branches there is a maple tree growing. Though we know it’s there, it’s too difficult to see until fall. Then its bright red leaves shine triumphantly through the deep green needles of its host.
The hand of God clearly planted a maple tree high up in the limb of a white pine. There are most likely other instances of this in places that will never be seen by man. But God put this phenomenon here in front of us. I love the presence of God in the maple in the white pine. It’s almost like God’s little joke. It’s also a reminder that He is in control and can appear anywhere.
I know I will want to honor God some way by doing something clever with the maple if it survives the falling. But it’s enough to know that when I first saw it my first thought was: “Yes, God, I do understand what You’re telling me, and I thank You for that”.