We are the clay and you are the Potter. We are all formed by your hand.
Over the weekend, I had the blessing of attending a spiritual pilgrimage that offered me time to explore the depths of my faith, my understanding of grace, and the importance of healing. While it was a very personal experience that could not be shared adequately in words, I would like to impart some wisdom I gained through a very powerful image that came to me.
Warm tears rolled down my cheeks, and I began to envision myself as a big lump of clay resting in the middle of a wheel. My soul had been pounded and pulled and prodded, and I felt exposed, raw, and unsure. What was happening to me?
Then it came–the vision of a Potter picking me up between two gentle hands, caressing me, holding me. As the Potter’s hands shaped me, I was transformed. I no longer took the shape of the vessel that held onto the pain, sorrow or grief that had pervaded my life for many years. I began to take on a new form with a new purpose. What grace~
Returning home, I have been meditating on the Potter’s work and my work too. It seems very appropriate that this part of my faith journey has taken place during Lent–a time when we wrestle with our relationship with God through our relationship with God’s son, Jesus Christ.
As I prepare for the final weeks of this Lenten Season, I give thanks for the Potter who offers hope and healing to a broken world by reshaping us in gentle and loving hands.