Clay. Touch it. Feel it. Smell it. Put it close to your ears. Stare hard with your eyes. Perhaps you like the touch. You may enjoy the smooth clay after it has been rid of all stones and other nitty gritty stuff that are useless.
Yes, I have had a hand at making pottery and I have to confess that I was not too successful. It was not easy, for one. To make pots one has to be very patient for the processes are long and tedious. One has to get rid of all that is unwanted from the clay. The clay has to be prepared well.
Then comes the other things to consider: the design, the function, the size, the colours. . . This is not the end, for sure. The hands of the potter, caressing the clay with love, are then put into action. . . to mould, to shape. . . What will it be?
When all that is done, it is time to leave the half finished product on the shelf. Biscuit firing. Glaze with colours. Firing one more time…. and then, the completed result.
For me it is hard to tell what will emerge when I go to the kiln to remove my handiwork. There have been times when pieces not properly packed have got broken as well. The anticipation of opening the kiln to see the finished works is high and it can even be a little stressful. Think of the entire long process. . .
But this is only human. Think now of the Master Potter who created each one of us. Do you think He made mistakes? If not, why do we not appreciate our looks? Why do we need to seek the approval of the world? Why be a slave to advertisements? Well, these are just questions and to each one, we can all give different answers. What will yours be? Psalm 139 might be a good place to find the answer!