I went to the potter’s house today ( not the one up for sale :D)
When I got in, the potter welcomed me and I got to see around. Then he set colorful pots before me.
“Poetry in clay jars”, he had said.
Poetry? Was being presented to me? In clay jars? I watched him set them and I found they were in the order of the colors of the rainbow. I marveled as the white light shone on them and yet they reflected different colors. (1 Corinthians 12:14)
I pointed at the one I selected. I’d chosen the yellow pot.
“The Yellow Poet”, he said smiling.
The pot was suddenly raised before me and left to hit the ground in a ‘thud’. I shrieked, “But why!”
“Take a look at the jagged pieces. You’ll see how God’s strength is shown in our weaknesses.”
So I looked on…
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