He has big plans (special occasions) for each of us.
#7 days to die clay lump cracked
It doesn’t matter to Him our physical condition, whether we are cracked or chipped. He is just waiting for that “special occasion” to show us off. Isn’t that how we are (the Body of Christ)? Maybe we aren’t fine china but we are more than that in God’s eyes. Then we pulled it out, dusted it off, and cleaned it up for use (even some of the chipped and cracked pieces). The pieces just set there until there was some special occasion arose. We all remember seeing it whether it belonged to our mother, grandmother, or some other relative. Therefore, when I am broken, He will fix me (that is if He desires)…or maybe He desires to leave me broken (like the fine china in my aunt’s cupboard). That is why He is the Potter…He made me, He formed me, He created me just as I am. The Good News is: THAT IT IS OKAY! I FINALLY realize that is how God madE me. I am prone to have blemishes, I will eventually have cracks and/or chips, inevitably I will one day break. When I read this statement, it was as if it was fresh revelation! A weight was lifted I AM JUST CLAY. “It is okay that we are cracked that is how the world sees the Light.” Let’s thank Him for the light and momentary troubles that are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. Let’s thank Him that outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. And yet we’re holding God’s richest and most glorious treasure. We aren’t beautiful, unbreakable jars holding clay, we are frail, weak jars made of clay. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. Because it’s through our cracks and holes that the Light shines through.
And He’s entrusted it to our weak, broken jars.
The spectacular, brilliant, blinding treasure of the gospel. What God places inside our vessel isn’t a shapeless, colorless lump of clay. Benjamin Jowett writes, “There is something wrong when the vessel robs the treasure of its glory…when the picture takes second place to the frame.” The jar, it turns out, isn’t what we should be occupied with. And that sculpting I thought I could do with my own life? It broke me. Under the pressure of this world, I crack. And that lump of clay was my life, ready and waiting for God to sculpt me, or more likely, ready and waiting for me to sculpt me into what I thought my life should look like.Īs it would be, I’m not made of sturdy, sparkling glass. This was thick, sturdy, sparkling glass, able to withstand high temperatures or clumsy hands. I pictured myself as a crystal clear glass jar with a lump of grey sculpting clay inside. I, as I tend to do, made it all about me. I have to admit, I always got Paul’s metaphor wrong.
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