Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Pushed into Shape
It pushes and I push back.
It takes my head in both hands and turns me in one direction and I look longingly to another.
And all the while, I do not see that the hands that redirect are God's.
I went down to the potter's house and I saw him working at the wheel, 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 18:3-4
God gave me the right to go my own way, but He did not consent to make me comfortable there. He promises to correct, to amend, to shape me relentlessly.
He, and only He, knows my intended shape, and this is it:
I am supposed to look like Him.
He builds and rebuilds, always to the same model: His own. He knows I mess myself up and constantly applies the pressure necessary to re-form me.
My God, my Creator, wants me to recover my original design.
Everything that He brings me in the course of living is designed to achieve this.
As long as I wake up every day, I am not finished.
My most important job is not to preach, or teach, or witness, or work.
It is worship Him and thus, to return fully to Him. Period.
I work not to get a job done, but because God works.
I sacrifice not to achieve an end, but because God sacrificed.
I love not to further a relationship, but because God is love.
Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand...--Jeremiah 18:6
For every living soul belongs to me...--Ezekiel 18:1
Every time I yield to Your touch, I come closer to Your side, O Lord. The pot you are making bears the marks of Your hands, but when you release it, looks like You.