Once upon a time the trees of the forest decided to choose a king.
First they said to the olive tree, "Be our king!"
But the olive tree refused, saying, "Should I quit producing the olive oil that blesses both God and people, just to wave back and forth over the trees?"
Then they said to the fig tree, "You be our king!"
But the fig tree also refused, saying,"Should I quit producing my sweet fruit just to wave back and forth over the trees?"
Then they said to the grapevine, "You be our king!"
But the grapevine also refused, saying, "Should I quit producing the wine that cheers both God and people, just to wave back and forth over the trees?"
Then all the trees finally turned to the thornbush and said, "Come, you be our king!"
And the thornbush replied to the trees, "If you truly want to make me your king, come and take shelter in my shade. If not, let fire come out from me and devour all of you.”
Someone we really love becomes a king; Someone we can wrap our lives around, who recognizes and is proud of our achievements and who understands and even compensates for our shortcomings and failures, who comforts us in the evening and encourages us in the morning, and always takes our phone calls and is with us all day, and who, in the intimacy of the bedroom shows us that that we are worshiped more than we worship even our king.
No wonder we want one.