THE CLAY AND THE POTTER
I’ve
joined some guided tours in various countries. Part of such tours is
always a visit to some factory where they produce handcrafted goods. But
there were times I enjoyed such a visit somewhere in France, and
another one closer to home in Quezon Province, where they do potteries
and ceramics.
I liked their finished products. But I liked more the process that
produced everything on display that were all temptingly beautiful. But
in this age of limited baggages at airlines all over the world, one’s
decision making has become less difficult. Just don’t add more weight.
Period.
This past week, everything we reflected on seemed to gradually build up
to today, the first Sunday of Advent. We talked about endings as much
as beginnings — the end times, the final judgment, the Second Coming.
Yesterday, we even talked about night being no more, fading into the
background, where the light of Christ’s coming comes to the fore.
Watching the potters’ expert hands mold the once-ugly and dirty clay
into something beautiful comes to mind as we begin Advent in earnest. We
are worse off than clay, according to Isaiah. We are “sinful; all of us
have become like unclean people; all our good deeds are like polluted
rags.”
But the Divine Potter chose to lift us up from the muck, selected us
from the mire, on no merit of our own, to make of us something beautiful
for Him and for others. But unlike sculpture, where the artist takes
away by chipping slowly until the desired shape is achieved, we are not
chipped off. We are molded and shaped and enriched until we become what
the potter envisioned. How about thanking God today, “for the grace God
bestowed on [us] in Christ Jesus, that in him [we] were enriched in
every way … so that [we] are not lacking in any spiritual gift?”
Time now to stop being mere clay. Time now to be molded by the Potter. Fr. Chito Dimaranan, SDB
REFLECTION
QUESTION: Do you allow yourself to be molded and shaped by God through
your sufferings and trials, as well as through your joys and victories?
Thank
You, Lord, that You do not throw me away when I displease You. Thank
You for patiently shaping me and molding me according to Your design for
my life.
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