Truly, we find ourselves to be but a lump of muck when we are in the mire of despair. We see nothing but our brokenness…our nothingness…and cannot fathom this lump of clay to ever be anything but…
Then along comes the Potter. In the eye of an artist is seen a masterpiece…
He sees a final creation…something established and firm…something of value that neither we nor anyone else can see. How or why we cannot comprehend. Nevertheless, the Potter beholds the potential. He sees the completed project in advance. Where we see death, He sees Life.
There is one ‘catch’…the clay, the muck, must be soft and a willing participant in the Potter’s Hands. If it has dried, has become hardened and bitterly brittle, it is of little use. It must remain supple, pliable, able and willing to be shaped and formed without resistance.
The cliche: ‘Let go and let God’ takes on new meaning. We no longer simply know the Creator as Messiah, the one Who has saved us by snatching us out of the quicksand from whence we sunk. We gradually come to know Him as Lord, as Master, as our own personal Potter.
I was never much of a ‘drawer’ or painter. Though I took a series of art classes, I could not break through a barrier that existed within myself to place upon a sheet of paper or canvas anything that had not already existed. But then, in one class with the assistance of a gifted artist, a new discovery was made. She saw in me an eye that could see the reversal. Instead of having the ability to place something ‘onto’ a flat surface to create, she saw that my niche was ‘with-drawing’. She taught me to take an artist’s tool of charcoal and cover the sheet of paper so that it then appeared as a grayed out clouded mush. Then, she handed me a kneaded eraser and instructed me to use it in a way so as to extract. Lo and behold, I found an ability to ‘see’.
Layer, erase and repeat
We are all members of the same Body in Christ Jesus. We all have been designed for different purposes, different roles, different objectives. Yet, all are of equal value to the Potter. All are necessary components…necessary instruments…to complete and form the finished product the orchestra has been formed to produce. The Cymbal player may only strike once, yet how crucial that one strike is…how impeccably perfect his timing must be. Without that one ‘play’ of his, the music is not complete…there will be a hole, a void, in the final and completed masterpiece. Oh how that precision of the Cymbalist would be missed!
Help us, Oh Lord, to not see only the sheet of paper, the canvas, the individualized instruments apart from the whole.
1 Sam. 16:7 But the LORD said to Samuel, “Don’t judge by his appearance or height, for I have rejected him. The LORD doesn’t see things the way you see them. People judge by outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.” (NLT) Help us to believe:
8 The Lord will perfect that which concerns me;
Your mercy, O Lord, endures forever;
Do not forsake the works of Your hands.
Allow God to be LORD!
8 But now, O Lord, thou art our father; we are the clay, and thou our potter; and we all are the work of thy hand.
(P.S…For those who have removed me from their grief sites because I include my book at the bottom of these articles, I ask…Does a doctor delete the PHD after his name? Does a potter remove his symbol from a vase? Shall I remove my signature and identity from my written work? Your accusations greatly offend and wound. Get over it!)
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