I planted our front-yard showcase olive tree out of a ten-gallon pot when we moved into our new home 33 years ago. Last week we paid good money to have it trimmed. Our kids climbed it, and their kids. After we're gone, as long as Jesus tarries, it will be climbed. And admired--it's the best tree on the block.
I'd bet Jesus loves olive trees. Didn't they fill His Garden? He spent quality time under them, with only them as His companions in that dreadful hour.
Amen.