To be molded…

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My brother-in-law in England is a potter…a very good one! When we visited him a number of years ago, he offered me an opportunity to try to “throw” a pot. I had never done that before–and it had always appeared to be fairly easy, so I jumped at the chance. Wow! By the time I finished, one side of my pot was quite thick…the other was very thin. There was no way that it would have made it through the kiln process and come out as any kind of a usable vessel.

At church this week, the children’s moment dealt with being molded. The slide on the screen was of a potter’s wheel with a simple (but beautiful) pot being thrown…and the children were each given a slab of clay to play with at home.

And I got to thinking about a campfire song I have always loved to sing:

Spirit of the living God, fall afresh on me.
Spirit of the living God, fall afresh on me.
Melt me, mold me, fill me, use me.
Spirit of the living God, fall afresh on me.

What does that mean in my life?

Molding is not an easy process–for either the potter or for the clay. At least, in my experience trying it, the clay was rather resistant to what I wanted it to do–to the vision I had in my mind.

I wonder if that’s how God feels with us sometimes! God has a vision for us and the world we live in–but we tend to be resistant to it. We want to go our own way, do our own things.

If I really mean it when I ask God to “melt me [and] mold me,” I have to be willing to let go of what I think is best…willing to be broken in order to be remade into something so much better.

Otherwise I think I end up like the pot I tried throwing so many years ago…lopsided and unusable…not the beautiful thing the Creator envisions for me.

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