Story – The Oak That Stood and the Tower That Fell (Based on Proverb 10: 27-30)
The
Oak That Stood and the Tower That Fell
In
a valley bordered by silver hills and a winding river, there stood two things
that everyone admired.
One
was a towering stone palace built by Lord Varrick, the wealthiest man in the
region. Its walls were thick, its gates iron-bound, and its towers pierced the
clouds. “This,” he often boasted, “will stand longer than the mountains.”
The
other was an old oak tree that grew quietly beside the river. It had no gold,
no guards, no banners. But its roots ran deep—so deep that even the oldest
shepherds could not remember a time when it had not stood there.
Beneath
that oak lived a humble woodcutter named Elior.
The
Two Ways
Lord
Varrick trusted in power and profit. He gained land by squeezing the poor, bent
rules to his advantage, and laughed at anyone who spoke of justice.
“Life
is short,” he would say. “Take what you can, while you can.”
Elior
lived differently.
He
rose early, worked honestly, paid fair wages to helpers, and shared bread with
strangers. Each evening he would sit beneath the oak and whisper, “Teach me to
walk rightly.”
The
villagers noticed the difference.
Varrick’s
laughter was loud—but so were the complaints of those he had wronged.
Elior’s
life was quiet—but so was his sleep.
The
Fear That Strengthens
One
year, the rains delayed.
The
river shrank. Crops withered. Fear spread like smoke through the valley.
Lord
Varrick ordered his granaries sealed. “Not one grain without payment,” he
commanded. “Let scarcity raise the price.”
Elior,
though his store was small, opened his shed.
“If
we share,” he said gently, “we endure together.”
The
villagers whispered, “Why does he not fear hunger?”
Elior
answered, “I do fear—but not famine. I fear living wrongly before the One who
sees all.”
And
somehow, though he gave much, his store never emptied.
The
Storm
Then
came the storm.
It
rolled over the hills in a single black wall. Wind howled like a wounded beast.
Rain struck the valley with furious force.
The
river swelled and clawed at its banks.
Lightning
struck Lord Varrick’s highest tower. Fire ran through dry beams. The palace
walls, though thick, had been built on shallow stone. The foundation cracked.
By
dawn, the palace lay broken.
The
storm, which had seemed like a passing whirlwind, left nothing of Varrick’s
pride but scattered rubble.
He
stood among the ruins, whispering, “It was meant to last.”
But
what is built on injustice cannot stand long.
The
Oak
When
the villagers hurried to the riverbank, they found the oak still standing.
Its
branches had bent low. Leaves had been torn away. But its trunk was firm. Its
roots, hidden deep beneath the soil, held it steady.
Elior’s
cottage leaned—but did not fall.
Children
gathered under the oak’s shelter as the sky cleared. The valley, though
battered, began to breathe again.
Someone
asked Elior, “How did this tree survive what destroyed stone?”
He
placed his hand on the bark and said, “It grew slowly. It endured seasons. Its
roots sought depth, not display.”
The
Lesson
In
time, Lord Varrick left the valley, his wealth gone as swiftly as the storm had
come.
Elior
planted new trees along the riverbank.
“Will
they last?” a child asked.
“If
they grow in good soil,” Elior smiled, “and if their roots go deep.”
And
so the valley learned:
Reverence
for what is right adds strength to one’s days.
Crooked
gain shortens them.
The
hope of those who walk upright brings steady joy.
But
the expectation of the wicked dissolves like mist.
When
trouble passes like a whirlwind, what is false collapses.
What
is rooted in righteousness remains.
Moral:
A
life anchored in reverent integrity stands firm when storms sweep away
everything built on pride and injustice.
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Reflection
Proverbs
10:27–30 contrasts two paths: the righteous and the wicked. Not simply “good
people” and “bad people,” but two different foundations for life.
In
the fable:
The
palace represents confidence built on control, wealth, and self-interest.
The
oak represents a life rooted in reverence for God and steady integrity.
The
storm is inevitable. That’s important.
Scripture
does not promise a storm-free life. It promises something deeper: stability for
those whose lives are grounded in righteousness.
“The
fear of the Lord prolongs days…”
This
isn’t just about length of years. It speaks of a life strengthened, preserved,
and deepened by walking in alignment with God.
“The
righteous will never be removed…”
This
doesn’t mean they won’t face hardship. It means hardship won’t uproot their
identity, hope, or eternal security.
The
wicked may seem strong for a season. Their towers may rise quickly. But without
moral and spiritual roots, collapse comes swiftly when pressure arrives.
The
question is not if the storm will come.
The
question is what we are rooted in before it does.
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Application
Here
are some gentle but honest questions to consider:
1.
What is my “foundation” right now?
Is
my confidence rooted in:
Income?
Reputation?
Control?
Approval
from others?
Or
is it rooted in obedience, humility, and trust in God?
2.
What are my daily “root-growing” habits?
Roots
grow slowly and invisibly.
Time
in Scripture
Prayer
Honest
repentance
Integrity
in small decisions
Generosity
when no one sees
These
are not dramatic acts—but they create storm-proof lives.
3.
How do I respond when pressure hits?
Storms
reveal what sunshine conceals.
When
difficulty comes:
Do
I compromise?
Do
I panic?
Or
do I lean deeper into trust?
Every
trial is an opportunity to deepen roots rather than build higher towers.
4.
Am I chasing quick success or steady righteousness?
The
wicked often rise fast.
The
righteous often grow slow.
But
slow growth in good soil outlasts fast growth in shallow ground.
Father
God,
Teach
me to value depth over display.
Help
me to grow roots in reverence for You, not in pride or self-reliance.
When
life is calm, keep me faithful.
When
storms come, keep me steady.
Search
my heart for shallow foundations—
any
place where I trust in wealth, control, or approval more than in You.
Gently
uproot what is crooked and plant what is true.
Make
my life like a tree by living water—
firm
in hardship, generous in blessing, and steady through the years.
May
my hope be secure in You alone,
so
that when the whirlwind passes,
I
remain.
In
Your wisdom and mercy,
Amen.
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