There was a couple who used to go to England to shop in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery and especially teacups. This was their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. One day in a lovely shop they saw a beautiful teacup. They said, "May we see that? We've never seen one quite so beautiful." As the lady handed it to them, the teacup suddenly spoke:
"You don't understand," it said. "I haven't always been a teacup. There was a time when I was red and I was clay. My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over and I yelled out, Let me alone, but he only smiled, 'Not yet'. Then I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly I was spun around and around and around. Stop it! I'm getting dizzy! I screamed. But the master only nodded and said, 'Not yet.'"
"Then he put me in the oven. I never felt such heat. I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and I yelled and knocked at the door. I could see him through the opening, and I could read his lips as He shook his head, 'Not yet.'"
"Finally the door opened; he put me on the shelf; and I began to cool. There, that's better, I said. And he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. Stop it! I cried. He only nodded, 'Not yet.'"
"Then suddenly he put me back into the oven, not like the first one. This one was twice as hot, and I knew I would suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see him through the opening, nodding his head saying, 'Not yet.' Then I knew there wasn't any hope. I would ever make it. I was ready to give up. But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf."
"One hour later he handed me a mirror and said, 'Look at yourself.' And I did. I said, That's not me; that couldn't be me. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful!"
"'I want you to remember, then,' he said, 'I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I had left you alone, you would have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I knew it hurt and was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I had not put you there, you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted you all over, but, if I had not done that, you never would have hardened; you would not have had any color in your life. And, if I had not put you back in that second oven, you would not have survive for very long; because the hardness would not have held. Now you are a finished product. You are what I had in mind when I first began with you.'"
"This is the word that came to Jeremiah from the LORD: "Go down to the potter's house, and there I will give you my message." So 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. Then the word of the LORD came to me: "O house of Israel, can I not do with you as this potter does?" declares the LORD. "Like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel." - Jeremiah 18:1-6
God knows what He's doing (for all of us). He is the Potter, we are His clay. He will mold us and make us, so that we may be made into a flawless piece of work to fulfill His good, pleasing, and perfect will."
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