Lenten reflection: the Potter

This morning as I read of the postponement of Kelly Gissendaner‘s execution, I wondered what it must be like for her as she waits in the unknown.  I wonder if her faith is surrounding her in peace.  I wonder if a flame of hope resides in her spirit. I wonder if she has surrendered to the next steps of the journey, whatever they may be.

I imagine that for whatever human emotions Kelly feels, she is also drawing on a strength much deeper and broader than her own will is capable of.  You see, she has experienced the healing power of our Creator’s unconditional love.

Whether you support or oppose the death penalty, if you are a person of faith, you cannot deny that Kelly’s life serves as a lesson and testament to the transformative power of grace and mercy, of hope and faith.  In this Lenten season, she has become a symbol for me of how we wrestle with our own sin and yet are still offered light, life and salvation by the great I Am.

This morning, as I listened to the link posted above, I was reminded of God as the Potter.  The one who shapes us and molds us, giving us new life and new opportunities through forgiveness and redemption.  I am reposting this meditation in honor of Kelly Gissendaner and what her story has to teach us all.  ~cameron, 2015

We are the clay and you are the Potter. We are all formed by your hand.

~Isaiah 64:8

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 reflect on a very powerful image that came to me.

As I sat with my eyes closed during a time of prayer and healing, I meditated on how I felt physically, emotionally, and spiritually.  Simply put, I was worn out. potter-clay

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 meditate on 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.

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