One particular verse in Isaiah has long captured my imagination: ‘And yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay and you are the Potter. We are all formed by your hand.’
Jeremiah was a prophet of God. At one time in his life he told the story of how God told him to ‘go down to the shop where clay pots and jars are made and I will talk to you there. I did as He told, and found the potter working at his wheel. But the jar that he was forming didn’t turn out as he wished, so he kneaded it into a lump and started again. Then the Lord said: “As the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand”.
I came across a lovely article that describes how potters feel about their work. “Many potters describe their labour of love as ‘spiritual’. They claim that you have to be one with the clay. This art form is about patience and passion. Out of a simple lump of earth, the master potter lovingly guides skillful hands, the potter’s wheel complies, the clay yields, takes shape and character and a masterpiece is born”.
Isn’t that a wonderful description of God? He is patient with us and passionate about us, and His skillful hands are continually guiding us.
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