I wish I could be brave enough to put my feeling and fears
and tears on paper as much as this one that inspires me does. Every week,
several times a week she sits at the screen and mashes out a few paragraphs to
let us know we are not alone in our grief. Some of us can’t help but grieve.
The creator saw fit to fashion this fragile vessel in such a way that the
slightest upset makes me crack. No matter how much I don’t want fractures to
appear in my soul… they do.
This is why I disagree with the “happiness is a choice”
saying. I think there are choices in what we choose to do with our sorrow, but
feeling sad is not something that people choose. I think we can choose to
wallow in it and we can choose to place it in the nail scarred hands. That
choice is a daily, even hourly decision at times.
Over the last few weeks I have been taking a pottery class.
Those of you who consider me a skilled sculptor might be surprised at how
difficult it was for me to learn wheel throwing.
I couldn’t help but be reminded of the Maker whilst watching
the skilled potter at work. What she did seemed so easy and yet when I copied
her motions my pot did not respond to my touch they way hers did. What a
glorious and mysterious task our Creator has! He takes this shapeless lump of clay
and works it into a masterpiece.
Do you think of yourself as a masterpiece? Even though I
know the truth, the word kind of grates at me… “I’m nothing special… definitely
not a masterpiece…” I think.
Isaiah 45:9 says
"Woe to him who quarrels with his Maker, to him who is but a potsherd
among the potsherds on the ground. Does the clay say to the potter, "What
are you making?' Does your work say, "He has no hands'?
What will result if I continue to quarrel with my maker?
We spent the first three lessons simply learning how to get
our clay centered on the wheel. If it is not perfectly center. Centrifugal
force will pull on one side more and the piece will “flop.” I have seen it fly
off the wheel. I’ve seen the piece collapse.
Centrifugal force is from Latin centrum, meaning
"center", and fugere, meaning "to flee." Is the apparent
outward force that draws a rotating body away from the center of rotation.
It is a delicate balance to try and form the pot into what
you want, while all the time keeping it centered on the wheel. The teachers
kept saying, “Slow down… slow down… This takes time.”
I want my Maker to hurry up or at least tell me what he is
making. “A masterpiece,” he whispers in his Word.
“No, Lord, tell me WHAT I will be…”
“Something amazing and perfectly skilled in what I have
created you to do…”
“I don’t believe you… show me proof,” I quarrel.
“You just have to wait and see…” comes the gentle reply.
“But this is painful.” Centrifugal force threatens to pull
me to pieces or at least make me permanently lopsided. I want to flee the
center… my Lord.
So my task is to lean into the potter’s hand and let him
center me. I cannot center myself… I cannot succumb to the forces that pull on
me.
Lord, forgive me for my quarrel. Mold me… shape me… make me
yours…
This post made me cry- so well said and thought out. I enjoyed having you in class and it was wonderful watching you grow and learn. You did great and I can't wait for you all to see everything you made!
ReplyDeleteThanks Lisa... you are a great teacher and skilled potter. Most definitely a masterpiece.
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