Several years ago at Silver Dollar City, our group saw a demonstration of clay in the potter’s hand, as we watched an artist craft, with great skill, a small vase out a mere lump.
When he asked if anyone would like to give it a try, one man stepped up. He then sat at the wheel, and as the clay began to spin round and round, he grabbed hold with both hands … and made a big mess.
Being a potter is not nearly as easy as it looks. For a lump of clay to become a lovely decoration, someone who knows what they’re doing needs to be sitting at the wheel.
The Bible compares our lives to this same kind of clay, needing to be shaped.
The question is: Who, if anyone, will do the shaping?
I’m guessing no one really wants their outcomes to be determined by the random spinning of an unattended wheel. Nor do we want to be left in the hands of an unskilled volunteer.
Neither scenario is likely to end well.
However, if you will allow God his rightful place at the potter’s table, the words of Jeremiah will be yours…
“O Israel, can I not do to you as this potter has done to his clay? As the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand.” (Jeremiah 18:6)
This day, as in every day, you get to choose who sits at the potter’s wheel, and whose clay you will be.
Today’s memo was taken from Steve’s series: Shaping Things to Come.