THE RABBIT TREE
By Lynn Downham
Hello, friends! Well, I went back to the Sycamore Hole article to see where I left you with the Rabbit Tree and I found that I had explained I am painting the tree of life from Revelation 22. Several years ago, when I was first reading Rev 22:1-2 and the words, “in the midst of the street of it..” opened my eyes to the tree being OVER the river, the “Rabbit Tree” came pretty quickly to my mind. The Rabbit Tree was a huge tree I had seen many years before, but where?? It didn’t take too long to figure out that it had been North Carolina for I had seen it as a teenager. The “boys” had taken us “girls” to see a really neat, very big tree. I remembered that there had been a trailer that the caretaker lived in and that one of the “girls’” fathers was the caretaker. I remembered that we had walked through a cow 24 | M AG AEVERY Z I N E N ACORNER ME FAITH ON
pasture and come upon this tree and that we, (the girls), had all been properly amazed by the sight of it. Rising up into the sky before us was a huge tree with half of it’s massive roots exposed where rabbits had made warrens and burrows. Since the ground level where the tree sat was far above our heads, we were eye level with this giant root system in all it’s glory. For some reason, this picture made an indelible impression in my mind. You might wonder at this point why I couldn’t immediately remember where the Rabbit Tree was or is. Our family moved a lot while my brothers and I were growing up, mostly in and out of Charlotte, as Dad worked for Continental Insurance and we were always, as my mother liked to say, “subject to transfer”. So I had only been in Lenoir for 2 years or so when I
