The word which came to Jeremiah from the LORD, saying, Arise, and go down to the potter's house, and there I will cause thee to hear my words.
Then I went down to the potter's house, and, behold, he wrought a work on the wheels. And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make.
I read this and I think... WHAT? God messed up the pot? Did he get distracted and poke his finger through the side? Has God ever said, "OOPS!" Did the pot mess itself up?
This takes some comfort out of the idea that when I'm in pain, God is shaping me...
"I think I'll make a mixing bowl.... ehh okay so I'm not good at mixing bowls" *squish*
I can only think of two possible answers. 1) God is messing around.. or 2) He’s using cheap clay.
Since all I know screams that God doesn’t goof up, that leaves #2… God uses cheap, shoddy materials in his pot, and the pot suffers a beating as He shapes that mess into something useful.
I know that sounds terrible, but I find it encouraging. I, for one, know that I’m made of some pretty raw materials. If God only worked with platinum and diamonds, I’d be out of the running. Instead he works with people like me. I’ll take it, even if it hurts, because the pain means I qualify.
