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I was not impressed; they looked like a bunch of small confused trees that planted themselves upside down with only gnarly roots sticking out. Even in winter, evergreens retain their beauty, and hardwoods stand as impressive sentinels. These misshapen little trees did not look like anything a person would choose for a garden; yet, these trees, known as vines, flourished in the vineyard. No one chose them for their beauty; they pruned them to produce abundant fruit.

Jesus said, "I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener. He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while ever...