"Behold, as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are you in my hand" says the Lord
Jeremiah 18:6
This morning in class we meditated on this verse. At first I thought "Ok, are you about done yet?" and then I realized how blessed I am to be held in the hands of my Creator.
As we continued to meditate, the image came to my mind of the potter we were so fascinated with in Japan. 
We stood there for 15 minutes, just watching him work. And he was making identical pots. Same shape, same height, same width. He methodically made them with gentle yet firm hands, skilled, knowledgable of their task.
We stood there for 15 minutes, just watching him work. And he was making identical pots. Same shape, same height, same width. He methodically made them with gentle yet firm hands, skilled, knowledgable of their task. At first I thought this is kind of a depressing thought, wondering, are we all the same? But even if we are similar, we still serve a purpose and are useful.
There were other pieces of pottery in the store which were extremely beautiful and expensive. Their purpose was completely different. But they don't underscore the importance of the ordinary.
The other thought I had was of the book A Single Shard which I read a few years ago for my Children's Lit. class. In it there is a master potter who is creative and comes up with a new design. He tries to become the Emperor's chief potter/artist, but due to the kiln destroying his first batch when the Emperor was visiting, he needed to send a boy to the Emperor with samples of his work. The journey was long and hard, and the boy was attacked by robbers. They smashed the pottery with it's beautiful design, and the boy is only able to rescue a piece about the size of his palm. Eventually he makes it to the Emperor who is convinced, even by such a small shard, the the potter is a master. I was thinking of James and Mike and Laura and Jordan...even if their "pots" have "broken" the shards that remain can speak so loudly and clearly of their Maker. The pot in the story did not serve its purpose as originally intended, but even the remnant fulfilled the purpose of showing the Emperor the Master's worth.
Have Thine own way, Lord
Have Thine own way
Thou art the Potter
I am the clay
Mold me and make me
After Thy will
While I am waiting
Yielded and still.
2 comments:
thank you 1/2 megh.
today is the day the LOrd has made.
hang in there megs, just a few more days and you can throw up your arms and do a dance. 101, that's all I gatta say.
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