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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