Brilliance through simplicity. Monsma's "HE" book.
The parable of my
I was planted as a small seedling in
a beautiful and peaceful part of my Masters garden.
I was surrounded by my family and other plants of which many became
My Master looked after me right from
the beginning and every time He walked through the garden, he took
time to look at me, talked to me and even touched me
He sheltered me against the cold biting wind.
He covered me when the deadly frosts tried to kill me.
He watered me during the dry spells and even talked to me when I
felt lonely and down.
I became stronger and taller then
even some of my own family.
More and more I came to realise that I had an important part to
play in my Masters garden.
I gave shelter to the birds against the heat of the midday sun and
kept them warm with my leaves against the cold at night.
The spiders, ants and all the little
insects in the soil looked up to me and they all became my friends.
I was happy and felt I was somebody, I felt I was an IMPORTANT part
of my Masters garden.
My Master should be pleased with such a beautiful big strong bamboo
like me! This was my life, this was where I belonged!
Then one morning my Master was going
past on one of His early walks. My heart jumped when He stopped
right in front of me, stretched out His hand and touched me.
Oh, what a moment!
Nothing was more exciting then the touch of His hand. But then He
spoke! "Bamboo" He said, "I am going to cut you down". He then left
and disappeared into an other part of the garden.
At first I wasn't sure whether I had
heard my Masters words correctly. I asked my friends the sparrows
whether they had heard what the Master had said. I asked my close
friend the old spider if maybe he had heard what the Master had
They all, including the ants confirmed to me the words my Master
I felt numb, shocked, disappointed,
angry! Why would my Master do that to me! Me, the biggest,
strongest and most important bamboo in the garden.
Days went by and nothing happened. I started to doubt whether I had
heard my Masters words correctly.
Hope was rising, even my friends
tried to encourage me by saying: "Maybe the Master has changed His
mind about it and will not do it after all".
That settled me down a little and so I carried on with my life as I
used to do and started to forget all about the incident.
Life went on at its normal pace.
On a beautiful sunny summer day my
Master came past again. He stopped right in front of me and looked
carefully at me.
My heart pounded. I was afraid, because He was carrying an axe in
His hand and I knew He was going to use it!
He spoke again: " Bamboo", I have come to cut you down!" Everyone
in the garden was looking on. Then my Master swayed the axe and
soon the sound of destruction filled the garden.
The birds stopped whistling, all my
friends were holding their breath in disbelief and horror.
Even the sky did not seem to be as blue as before and the sun was
hiding behind a cloud, not wanting to watch this
Then it was all over.
I crashed to the ground and my Master started to strip me from all
my beautiful leaves.
Leaves, that had sheltered so many, were suddenly stripped off and
became worthless, I cried, I was hurting! "My Master " I cried,
"Why, Why, Why, Why?"
But He did not answer.
After I was stripped of everything,
He lifted me up and carried me to another part of the garden, which
was unknown to me.
Carefully my Master put me down and looked whether everything was
He then walked away and left me in this unknown and to me, almost
hostile part of the garden. I cried!
I don't know how long I have been
there, time did not seem to matter. My Master checked up on me at
regular times, but never talked to me.
I spend a lot of time thinking, although I was stripped of all my
leaves, I was still there and alive. Inside, I had not changed and
who knows, my master might still have an important job for me to
But every day my Master left me
longer, hope faded and I resigned myself to the idea, that my
Master had turned His back on me and that I was slowly going to dry
out and die.
All the tears I had spilled proved to be fruitless and all the
cries and prayers I had sent up to my Master seemed to be
If this was to be my end, well let it be! I gave up!
I was in a very weak condition when
my Master approached me again.
I had given up all hope and was not really interested in the
purpose of His visits anymore, but this time my Master seemed to be
different in His approach from all the previous times.
He carefully touched me and examined me. He took His time and then
He spoke again.
A ray of hope fell into my clouded heart, but was blocked out at
the same moment, because of what He said.
He said:" I am going to cut your heart out Bamboo".
These words did not shock me
anymore. I cried dry tears during the surgical process of cutting
out the last remaining vital part of myself. "Master" I mumbled,
"Only you know what is good for me" Strangely enough it did not
hurt, rather the opposite.
It almost felt that His hands did this destructive job in a loving
After my Master had finished taking
out everything what I was, he looked at me and smiled.
"Bamboo" He said, "I am going to carry you to your final
He lifted me up and put me on His shoulder. Oh what a joy!
Strangely enough I felt alive again
and enjoyed being carried and touched by my Master. He carried me
OUTSIDE the garden and started to explain everything that had
happened to me.
"Bamboo: He said, " I am going to
lay you down in a trench connecting a lake with living life-giving
water, to a dry valley close to dying.
Living water will flow through you and because of the water, the
valley will come alive again and will flower and bear fruit, to My
glory! This is why I planted you Bamboo and that is why I looked
"I wanted you to be big, tall and
strong. I had to cut you down bamboo and strip away all your
I left you to dry out, so that I could cut out your heart and
remove every obstacle that would be in the way of the life-giving
power that will flow through you, to enable the function I had in
mind for you".
"I never left you Bamboo, I always loved you and now I am going
to lay you down in the trench I already dug some time ago. I will
cover you and hardly no one will know that you are there.
My glory will flow through you Bamboo and at the same time you will
be filled constantly and your life will be a total fulfillment"
This story line is modelled on an
excisting Chinese story, using my own life experiences.
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