Volume. XIX, No. 22
Sunday, 12 December 2004

A Channel Of Blessing

(Adapted from The Story of the Bamboo by B.E. Newcombe).

On the hill-sides in the Kucheng District of China the most valuable bamboo trees are often marked with the owner’s name. A common way of conveying water from the mountain springs down to the villages is in channels made of lengths of bamboo fitted on to the other.

A beautiful bamboo tree stood among scores of others on a lovely hill-side, its stem dark and glossy, its beautiful feathery branches gently quivering in the evening breeze.

As we admired it we became conscious of a gentle rustling of the leaves, and a low murmur was distinctly heard: “You think me beautiful, you admire my tall stem and graceful branches, but I have nothing to boast of. All I have I owe to the loving care of my Master. It was He who planted me here in this very fruitful hill, where my roots, reaching down to and dwelling in hidden springs, and continually drinking of their life-giving water, receive nourishment, refreshment, beauty and strength for my whole being.”

“Do you see those trees to one side, how miserable and parched they are? Their roots have not yet reached the living springs. Since I found the hidden waters I have lacked nothing.”

“You observe those characters on my stem? Look closely-they are cut into my very being. The cutting process was painful. I wondered at that time why I had to suffer. But, it was my Master’s own Hand that used the knife, and when the work was finished, with a throb of unutterable joy I recognised it was His own Name He had cut on my stem. Then I knew beyond doubt that He loved and prized me, and wanted all the world to know I belonged to Him. I may well make it my boast that I have such a Master.”

Even as the tree was telling us of its Master, we looked round and lo? The Master Himself stood there. He was looking with love and longing on the tree, and in His hand he held a sharp axe.

“I have need of thee,” He said. “Art thou willing to give thyself to Me?”
“ Master,” replied the tree, “I am all Thine own-but what use can such as I be to Thee?”
“ I need thee,” said the Master, “to take My Living Water to some dry, parched places where there is none.”
“ But, Master, how can I do this? I can dwell in Thy Living Springs and imbibe their waters for my own nourishment. I can stretch up my arms to heaven, and drink in Thy refreshing showers, and grow strong and beautiful, and rejoice that strength and beautiful, and rejoice that strength and beauty alike are all from Thee, and proclaim to all what a good Master Thou art. But how can I give waters to others? I but drink what suffices for my own food. What have I to give to others?”

The Master’s voice grew wondrously tender as He answered. “I can use thee if thou art willing. I would fain cut thee down and lop off all thy branches, leaving thee naked and bare, then I would take thee right away from this happy home among the other three, and carry thee out alone on the far hill-side where there will be none to whisper lovingly to thee only grass and a tangled growth of briers and weeds. Yes, and I would still use the painful knife, for all those barriers within thy heart should be cut away one by one, till there was a free passage for My Living Water through thee.”

“Thou wilt die,” thou sayest; “yes, My own tree, thou wilt die, but My Water of life will flow freely and ceaselessly through thee. Thy beauty will be gone indeed. Henceforth, no one will look on thee and admire thy freshness and grace, but many, many will stoop and drink of the life-giving stream which will reach them freely through thee. They may give no thought of thee, it is true, but will they not bless thy Master Who has given them His Water through thee? Art thou willing for this, My tree?”

I held my breath to hear what the answer would be. “My Master, all I have and am is from Thee. If thou indeed hast need of me, then I gladly and willingly give my life to Thee. If only through my dying Thou canst bring Thy Living Water to others, I consent to die. I am Thine own. Take and use me as thou wilt, my Master.”

And the Master’s face grew still more tender, but He took the sharp axe and with repeated blows brought the beautiful tree to the ground. It rebelled not, but yielded to each stroke, saying softly, “My Master, as Thou wilt.” And still the Master held the axe, and still He continued to strike till the stem was severed again, and the glory of the tree, its wondrous crown of feathery branches, was lost to it forever.

Now indeed it was naked and bare but the love-light in the Master’s face deepened as He took what remained of the tree on His shoulders, and amid the sobbing of all its companions, bore it away, far over the mountains.

Arriving at a lonely and desolate place, the Master paused, and again His Hand took a cruel-looking weapon with sharp pointed blade, and this time thrust it right into the very heart of the tree for he would make a channel for His Living water, and only through the broken heart of the tree could the water flow unhindered to the thirsty land.

Yet the tree repined not, but still whispered with breaking heart, “My Master, Thy will be done.”

So the Master with the heart of love and the face of tenderest pity dealt the painful blows and spared not, and the keen-edged steel did its work unfalteringly, till every barrier had been cut away, and the heart of the tree lay open from end to end, and the Master’s heart was satisfied.

Then again He raised it and gently bore it, wounded and suffering, to where, unnoticed till now, a spring of Living Water, clear as crystal, was bubbling up. There He laid it down one end just within the healing waters. And the stream of Life flowed in, right down the heart of the tree from end to end, along all the road made by the cruel wounds a gently current to go on flowing noiselessly, flowing in, flowing through, flowing out, ever flowing, never ceasing, and the Master smiled and was satisfied.

Again the Master went and sought for more trees. Some shrank back and feared the pain, but others gave themselves to Him with full consent, saying, “Our Master, we trust Thee. Do with us what Thou wilt.” Then He brought them one by one by the same painful road and laid them down end to end: and, each fresh tree was placed in position, the Living Stream poured in fresh and clear from the Fountain through its wounded heart, the line growing longer and longer, till at last it reached to the parched land, and weary men and women and little children who had long thirsted came and drank and hastened to carry the tidings to others: “The Living Water has come at last the long, long famine is over, come and drink.” And they came and drank and revived, and the Master saw, and His heart was gladdened.

Then the Master returned to His tree, and lovingly asked, “My tree, dost thou now regret the loneliness and suffering? Was the price too dear for giving the Living Water to the world?” and the tree replied, “My Master, no a thousand, thousand times, no! Had I ten thousand lives, how willingly would I give them all to Thee for the bliss of knowing, as today I know that I have helped to make Thee glad.”

Jesus answered, “But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.” (John 4:14)

“I BESEECH you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service. And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God” (Romans 12:1&2)

Deacon Tony Law

More Lively Hope



Shorter Catechism Question 80: What is required in the tenth commandment? The tenth commandment requireth full contentment with our own condition, with a right and charitable frame of spirit toward our neighbour, and all that is his.

Please pray for healing for Rev George & Sis Nan van Buuren, Rev Peter Clements & Sisters Myung Ki, Aranka Rejtoe (Hampstead Hospital) & Susan Varadi “The LORD is my rock and my fortress, and my deliverer” (Psalm 18:2a).

Please pray for - journey mercies for Pastor Ki & Family (USA), Pastor Ed and Sis Lehia Pauuwe (Adel), Elder Sherman Ong & Family (S’pore), Bro Raphael Ng (S’pore), Mr Chee Chong (Sydney), Sisters Min Yen Chia (M’sia), & Gillian Ong (S’pore); Missionaries - Preacher Chang & Mandarin Ministry in Sihanoukville & Bro Pannith in Paillin; Bro Hai Seng Lim - Sketch N’ Tell ministry in Singapore; Missions Team’s preparation to Cambodia in Jan 10-31; Ministry of Elder Peng Kiat Khoo at Hope Church.

A Warm Welcome to Elder and Mrs Sherman Ong & Family from Life B-P Church, S’pore.

Praise and thank God for - journey mercies granted to Bros Eu Jzin Tan (S’pore) & John Wong (Brisbane); Sisters Sophine Bai (Adel), Aunty Sheela & Shilsa (Bangalore), Julie Tan (Adel), Maureen Tan, Quin, Catherine and Grace (Adel); Christmas Concert last night & all those who helped to make it a success.

Christmas Carolling on Thursday, 16 Dec. All those interested, please see Sis Sally Teng.

Church Calendar: All Church leaders, please let Elder Lee know of your intended activities for Jan - Mar 2005.

Looking Ahead: Christmas Service on 25 December, 10 am. Please invite your friends.

Looking Ahead: Watchnight Service on 31 December, 7 pm.



© Hope Bible-Presbyterian Church
14 Bedford Square, Colonel Light Gardens, South Australia 5041