The potter picks up the clay. The clay is moldable and valuable to the potter. To everyone else the clay might look like a lump of dirt, but in the right hands the clay is beautiful. The potter shapes the clay in her hands. She takes the clay and fashions it into a vessel. At first, to the eye looking in, the vessel doesn’t look like much. With care and love the potter forms her creation. She takes special notice to the edges of the vessel. After some time, the potter forms a beautiful glass to drink from. She takes the glass off the wheel, and puts it into the hot oven. The glass sets and is molded for good. The potter takes the glass out, and lets it cool. Then she puts it onto a table, so she can paint it. She carefully selects different colors. She takes the paintbrush and strokes the glass with yellow and orange paint. She adds a touch of pink and red to make it look like a sunrise. She then takes a small bit of purple and adds it to the mix. She delights in the glass, and looks forward to giving it to someone who will be delighted in the glass. She lets the glass dry, and comes back the next morning. As she opens the shop, she goes to her workroom and picks the glass up from off the table. She walks out into the gallery with the glass, and finds the perfect place to display her work. She places the glass on a shelf, and sits down behind the cash register. Guests begin to walk into the gallery, and the potter looks at each guest wondering if they will see her new creation. One guest walks by and looks at the glass and smiles. “This is pretty, I think I could drink my morning coffee in this.” The guest picks the glass up, and then looks at the price and sits the glass back on the shelf. Another guest comes and looks at the glass. “Wow, this is beautiful. I love the sunrise.” The potter goes back into her workroom to grab her book. As she is in the workroom, she hears a noise. “Ka-splash” The crisp sound of the break draws her attention and she quickly runs back into the gallery. The glass is on the floor. A child accidentally dropped it, and it broke into several pieces. “Oh, please, let me take that. Please be careful, it is sharp.” The small child walks away with their mother, as they quickly rush out of the store in embarrassment. The potter picks up the pieces and smiles. She thinks to herself, “Where is that superglue? I know I left it in one of these drawers.” She frantically looks for the glue, and in the back corner she finally finds it. With great care she picks up a piece of the broken glass and puts some superglue on it, and sticks it to another piece. Before long, the glass is starting to look like a glass again. It takes some time, but finally the glass is back together in one piece. It looks different though than it did before the break. The glass has scars and you can see where it was broken. If you take the time to look closely, you can see where the potter took the glue and put it back together. The potter takes a look at the glass, and smiles as she looks at the misshaped sunrise. The colors are still beautiful, but she doesn’t know if anyone else will want the glass. So the potter takes the glass, goes to the workroom, walks over to the faucet, and fills it up with cold refreshing water. “Well, it’s still a glass.” She takes a sip which brings her relief, and goes out to the gallery and sits down. The glass sits beside her on the counter.
So many times, our life is like this glass. God molds us and shapes us. God takes the time to create good in us, and to create purpose for us. But somewhere along the way, life breaks us. We find our life in pieces and we are filled with hurt, tears, loneliness, pain, and sorrow. We often forget to be embraced by the gentle savior. We try to find our own way. We try to mask the pain. We smile, and say “I’m okay.”
But all along our souls are reaching out for something more. Our being is crying out to be heard. Our hearts are full of stories. Our lives need the cool refreshing splash of the lake and the beaming ray of the sun in the summer. Our lives need reflection. Our lives need quiet. Our lives are busy, chaotic, and out of control. We are hoping, praying, and desiring for something more.
Then, we meet Jesus and our lives are changed. We were broken, and are becoming whole. We find peace. We find hope. We find security and strength. We find a lived, heart wrenched, Spirit-breathed message. We are a new creation. We are becoming more like our potter. We are sharing our story. We are reaching out, and something is reaching back. We are happy. We are loved. We are worth it. We have value.
We were broken by life, but now we are restored by life and the true light of our souls, being, and hope.
Copyright 2014 Crystal Schmalz