Stumpy's Revenge

No sooner had I written Stumpy out of the script than he found a way to extract his revenge. Stumpy, of course, was the remains of a willow tree at the old parsonage next door to the church. When we moved to Pahrump, the tree was already diseased and on its way out. We consulted with a horticulturist who informed us that treating it was fairly ineffective and curing it was impossible. The stench emanating from the diseased sap (which constantly dripped) was overwhelming. His advice? Cut it down.

So we did. But not completely. We left the stump and found some limited uses for it (mostly tomahawk practice). A short time later, a picture was taken of me praying beside the stump and "Stumpy" was "born."

Two years ago, we relocated south of town so as to make room for the new Youth Pastor to move into the parsonage. Our new home had a wonderful large Willow in the back yard.

This evening as the wind blew (not at all unusual around here), I heard a crash and found the tree broken and lying across the yard!

Looks like Stumpy has the last laugh after all.