“The word which came to Jeremiah from the LORD, saying, Arise, and go down to the potter’s house, and there I will cause thee to hear my words. Then I went down to the potter’s house, and, behold, he wrought a work on the wheels” (Jer. 18:1-3). In high school, I recall ‘mud shop’ as we boys called ceramic shop. Here we got the opportunity to mold clay into varying forms. It depended how serious we were as to whether our work was to be taken home to mom or remain on the shelf. We spent more time throwing clay at each other than we did as serious designers. I am baffled as to why I received a passing grade.
I reckon that was grace. Old Mr. Husk gave me something I didn’t deserve. I must admit during the few times I behaved, I put out some beautiful pieces. To the point, that I considered doing it for a living. My parents discouraged that. I suppose they had visions as me a hippie selling pottery in San Francisco.
Jeremiah visits the potter’s house and sees him working on the wheels. The wheels being a round board the lump of clay sat upon and as it revolved the potter shaped it into a beautiful work. God is the world’s Potter. He has molded and shaped everything on this planet; as well as, the universe that surrounds. God has formed each of us in our mother’s wombs (Jer. 1:5a). As beautiful infants we entered the world, but were marred by humanity from day one. Jeremiah says, “And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it “ (Jer. 18:4). This is a marvellous picture of restoration that only the Lord Himself can perform. Someone described it as such, “ Was not our nature marred by sin after it came out of the hands of our Almighty Potter? Did the Lord throw it away? No! He new made it in Christ Jesus… “thou hast not only made thy people new creatures in thee; but by virtue of their union and oneness with thee, they are holier than they were before. And not only so, but from the same source they are now secure…”.
Let us never forget that God is the Potter. It is He that hath made us and not we ourselves. He reached down to the gutter-most, performed the uttermost and formed a marred piece of clay like me into something beautiful. I don’t see it, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder- Jesus!