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‘Empty and broken, I came back to Him. A vessel unworthy, so scarred from sin. But He did not despair. He started over again. And I bless the day, He didn’t throw the clay away.’
That is the first verse of a beautiful song ‘He Didn’t Throw The Clay Away’ by Michael English. Today I woke up singing, ‘A Vessel of honour I am today, all because He did not throw the clay away.’ This song reminds me that we serve a God who gives us many chances, over and over again, molding us and making us into vessels of Honour. Every time I hear about the potter and the clay, my mind rushes to Isaiah 64:8 ‘But now, O Lord, you are our Father; we are the clay, and you are our potter; we are all the work of your hand.’ But today my focus has shifted to Jeremiah 18. What happens when the clay is unfit? When it is marred?
Growing up I molded a lot, of course not professionally, we played with mud at the river and sometimes brought it home to create some items. I remember failing at making a table, a chair, a doll, almost everything I tried did not come out well. The only thing I could make was a small pot. Sometimes working from the grass, the mud would have so many grass particles, lose its texture and dry up fast. When this happens, we would throw it away saying it is spoilt, then we would go fresh mud. We were not experts in the skill, yet we understood that the condition of the mud mattered a lot. Sometimes bubbles would weaken the mud, or it would be too dry or too wet and we could not work with it. I would imagine the special perfect clay that professionals used to make the real molded items. In fact sometimes I blamed my clay for my failed attempts to mold.
Back to Jeremiah 18: 4 ”So I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was working at his wheel. And the vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter’s hand, and he reworked it into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do.” We are not told exactly what was wrong with the clay, all we know is that it was spoilt. Instead of the potter throwing it away, he reworked it. Maybe he had to work on it over and over again, not giving up, until something great came out. The patient Potter, the one who sees good in every piece of clay.
God is patiently molding us over and over again. As impure as we are, we should always be assured that God will never give up on us. We have all sinned, we deserved to be thrown away, but God sent His only son to die on the cross for us. “If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us.” (1 John 1:8) But “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” (1 John 1:9) As the clay, we should Trust the potter, no matter how far away we have gone, He is willing to mold us again. We should endure the molding which at times comes as painful seasons, knowing that He never forsakes us. We are never useless in His Hands, no matter how spoilt you are give yourself to the potters hands, He will not throw the clay away.
I can confidently say, I am who I am today, because God did not throw the clay away.