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2 Corinthians 4:7
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.
I've been reading a TON of books lately. Books that have taken me all over the map in my head and heart. In the swirl of transition that has become the staple of my life right now, I keep coming back to the same visual in my mind. That visual is of me, with my hands out, palms up. Its a posture that says, "Do with me what you will."
I've been thinking about the verse about and the fact that our treasures are stored in jars of clay...I've been thinking about just what those jars represent. That clay represents all of ourselves. It is our experience, our skills, our talents, or broken places, our passions. Those things mix together into a pasty clay that gets fired through time to turn us into something that can be used.
However, no matter what we might think or feel, our vessels aren't fancy, they aren't valuable on their own. And we often try to fill them with the things that the world would tell us is worth carrying in them. But in reality, they are worthless cracked pots that are only useful in this life when we decide to turn them upside-down, empty them of the things we have filled them with, and allow God the time and opportunity to really use them.
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.
I've been reading a TON of books lately. Books that have taken me all over the map in my head and heart. In the swirl of transition that has become the staple of my life right now, I keep coming back to the same visual in my mind. That visual is of me, with my hands out, palms up. Its a posture that says, "Do with me what you will."
I've been thinking about the verse about and the fact that our treasures are stored in jars of clay...I've been thinking about just what those jars represent. That clay represents all of ourselves. It is our experience, our skills, our talents, or broken places, our passions. Those things mix together into a pasty clay that gets fired through time to turn us into something that can be used.
However, no matter what we might think or feel, our vessels aren't fancy, they aren't valuable on their own. And we often try to fill them with the things that the world would tell us is worth carrying in them. But in reality, they are worthless cracked pots that are only useful in this life when we decide to turn them upside-down, empty them of the things we have filled them with, and allow God the time and opportunity to really use them.
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