Beautiful words stir my heart. I will recite a lovely poem about the king, for my tongue is like the pen of a skillful poet.
While stare down, a man walk toward a low table which can spin. In the age of midlife he still looks well-knit and brawny. Year by year that he went through could not be able to scrape a fact that he was a handsome man. The stripe of his face is so firmly with deep niche in eye, tranquil but seems he keep incomprehensible secret. Every wrinkle on his face reveals wisdom of a mature man which full of life experience. Sharply, his eyes look toward stacks wet clay on the spinning table. It is only shapeless wet clay that might meaningless to others. But the man knows very well that in his hands its clay could be anything. Of course it would become something precious.
With the happy shiny eye he sits in the front of the table then he look to the lumps of clay. Enthusiastically, his heart impassioned with not understandable love. Because who can loves a lumps of clay?
Then his muscled hands begin to shape the clay while the wheel continues to spin. Looking to his motions, everyone knows that he is very skilled to doing this job. Patiently, his fingers hold down, stroking and squeezing the clay. He wants it clay become precisely like he had designed. He does it with highly carefulness because he knows that his fingers are very strong. He doesn’t want to give unneeded pressure, all must fitted in its portion. Not more or less. Because the wrong handling will ruin it shape. And he doesn’t want it happen.
And at the harvest, the delicate herbs and spices, the dill and cumin, are treated delicately. On the other hand, wheat is threshed and milled, but still not endlessly. The farmer knows how to treat each kind of grain. He’s learned it all from God-of-the-Angel-Armies, who knows everything about when and how and where. (Isaiah 28:27-29,MSG)
God is never and will never to do everything just for fun and without a serious purpose.
He is never perfunctory in doing His work.
He guarantees that all definitely on proper portions.
In fact he could choose the easy way. He has been decades has experience made the clay become a useful appliance. He’s an expert in shaping the clay with many techniques. If he wants quick and easy way, he could use molding technique. But he doesn’t want make something equal each other. With his touching hand he wants make something special, though for it he must spend more time, energy and effort.
His eyes kept watch over meticulously. With the back of his hands once in a while he wiped sweat were dripping on his forehead. “This time it certainly succeeded” He murmured. He has done supposed process so that will become good quality clay. He has been grinding, filtering, and blend it with required particular material. Moisture content has been measured properly so that it blends in with the clay perfectly so he could shape it as he wants. “Finally, he finished!” His lips adorned with gentle smile. He has relieved to not need reshape it clay from the beginning because the previous creation should to reprocessed just because doesn’t proper in accordance with his expectation.
But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him. (Jeremiah 18:4)
Stacks clay shaped already. His heart is very happy though he knows that it is only a half of process. He still had to smoothing and decorates it too.
Weather is so sunny. Light blue sky arched clean without cloud. His browned skin sparkles like a copper illuminated with sunlight. “Perfect” He thought. Scurry he take the clay vase and put it in open space in order to the sunlight dry it before doing burning process.
The furnace has been prepared with required temperature. It is the time to burn the vase so that will become a solid and waterproof.
Time for finishing touch comes. His face beamed. With supple his fingers held the paintbrush. In quite some time blue color swathe already decorate the vase with smooth gradation. And then like dancing, with mercurial his fingers greasing some gold ink on the ribbon is engraved on both sides of the vase. Now the lumps of clay have been completely turned into a beautiful vase. Later when the vase was placed on a white marble table with legs carved in the aristocratic living room with a fresh bunch of red roses in it, who could imagine that formerly simply bad clay, which is only to trodden by people?
Are you a lump of meaningless clay? You are a failing and defective vase? Or even you are a broken vase? Know that the there is no clay that can forms itself. There is no a vase could lift its dignity up by itself. Let the hand of experts do it. Be obey and surrender to HIM,it is all what you have to do
And those he predestined, he also called; those he called, he also justified; those he justified, he also glorified. (Romans 8:30)
By : Sella Irene – Beautiful Words
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