After thirty-one years, I still have the
small, lovely vase I bought in Beijing, China in 1984. It is only clay, but the potter shaped it to
be both functional and beautiful. I
treasure it for its beauty and its capacity to bring back memories of that first
trip. It also reminds me of two verses
in the Bible about the Potter and clay:
Yet, O Lord, you are our Father.
We are the clay. You are
the potter;
we are the work of your
hand.
Isaiah 64:8
Then the word of the Lord
came to me:
O house of Israel, can I
not do with you
as the potter does? Declares the Lord.
Like clay in the hand of
the potter,
so are you in my hand.
Jeremiah 18:5&6
The Bible is the Living Word. It had meaning and purpose in Isaiah’s and
Jeremiah’s day, and so it does for us today.
If we will, God will take the clay of our lives and shape it into
vessels to be “filled to the measure of the fullness of God” as we read in the
Apostle Paul’s letter to the Ephesians (3:19), filled with the Holy Spirit,
God’s essence, pure love. God wills to
do this, to shape us and fill us with himself for service for him to others,
and ultimately for his glory.
I truly love the metaphor of the Potter and
the clay and the accompanying idea of being shaped into a vessel both
functional and beautiful. Only recently
has another dimension of the metaphor come to mind. It is that of the Potter’s wheel. God can do anything on his own, but as the
Potter he chooses to place the clay of our lives on Potter’s wheels. In other words, he uses human agency, social
contexts, and circumstances to shape us with competence and character after his
likeness.
The Extended Raymond Family Potter's Wheel |
I realize now that, if we are remain all
throughout life in the Potter’s hands, He will continue the creative work
of shaping, filling, and using us for the coming of His Kingdom and for the
glory due His name.
Spirit
of the Living God, fall afresh on me.
Spirit
of the Living God, fall afresh on me.
Break
me, melt me, mold me, fill me.
Spirit
of the Living God, fall afresh on me.
(then)
Make
me a blessing, humble and meek,
Lord
may I lift up those who are weak,
And
may the prayer of my heart always be,
Make
me a blessing (x2), I pray.
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