?

Log in

No account? Create an account

Previous Entry | Next Entry

The Potter's Clay

Tomorrow I complete Clinical Pastoral Education at Goodwin House Bailey's Crossroads.  Rumor has it I might even receive a diploma.  On my desk is an eight-page End of Unit Evaluation from my supervisor that says "David is receiving credit for one Unit of CPE".  There's another seven-page document titled Final Self-Evaluation that I will present in our final group tomorrow.  It's not my best work, but it is what it is.  I'm both happy and sad.  I'm happy to finish and sad that's it's over. 

"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." - Jer 18:1-6

I admit I feel like crude clay that is being pounded flat, twisted around, turned inside out, squeezed back into another lump and then slammed back down on the table.  The potter is working me over, trying to soften me up into a more pliable state.  He continues to toil to remove pockets of air from my mass - those impurities that "puff"' the clay and make it suspect.  In some ways I no longer recognize what I once was, and there is still too much work yet to be done to see what I am to become.  But it is God who has his hands on me, in me, around me.  As I am placed in the middle of the wheel to begin the 'big spin', still more stretching and pulling and being pressed down upon is coming.  What does the future hold for me?  How am I being shaped?  Will I be a sturdy and useful pot or a defective, if not broken, vessel?  I do not know.

But I will again submit myself to Him.  He can do with me as the potter does with the clay in Jeremiah.  Fashion me into whatever He deems is good and right.  I've come this far (which isn't far at all when I consider things).  But I will keep putting one foot in front of the other.  

I believe He called me.  I will journey on.  Feel free to call me "Clay".  And please pray for me.