“Promise me you’ll never forget that you aren’t an accident or an incident… you are a gift to the world, a divine work of art, signed by God.” Max Lucado
The other day I had a bit of a revelation. Not an earth shattering end of times lightning bolt, but gentle affirmation by way of a resounding still small voice. The kind heard when all the clutter around our hearts is silenced for a few ticks.
Many of you are probably familiar with 2 Corinthians 4, the “jars of clay” verses. I must confess I memorized them as a child and put them on my office wall in the Middle East as a reminder “to be perplexed (and vexed over injustices) but not in despair.”
“But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.” (2 Corinthians 4:7-10)
I have always viewed myself as a “clay pot.” As life happened I included “cracked clay pot” in that moniker. “Isn’t it grand as our cracks get wider there’s more room for the Light of Christ to shine through?” A sentiment Virginia has shared on many occasions.
The cracked clay pot in my mind is broken down, plain earthen pottery. Basic and serviceable, no frills or decorations of any sort.
While on a week-long silent retreat years ago (written about previously here) I discerned the “treasure” inside burned out clay pot me at that time was indeed valuable – filled with diamonds, emeralds and rubies of God’s kingdom – and “diamonds are hard to crush.”
But, the outer image of a cracked earthen clay pot persisted. Until the other day as I emptied out the constant clutter of voices widening the cracks in my clay pot. Clear as a bell, that still small voice said:
“You are not a broken down clay pot, but a masterpiece from the Master Potter, Your Creator. An artisan’s showcase of healed beauty is what you are to Me. Precious in My sight, precious, precious, precious! Don’t forget My Love lives in you.”
As an appreciator of fine pottery it’s a paradigm shift to envision myself as a beautiful artisan work of art, a “showcase of healed beauty.” What an image to treasure as I look at special pottery pieces brought back from Bethlehem, from Africa, from artists all over.
I am God’s masterpiece! You are God’s masterpiece! That is something to rejoice over.
In these disparaging times when so much seeks to puts us down, to widen the cracks in our clay pots, don’t forget that we are Masterpieces of Divine Art.
NO MATTER HOW CRACKED, WE ARE MASTERPIECES OF DIVINE ART.
grace, peace & Divine Masterpieces
Virginia : )