Reading: Isaiah 64: 1-9 (Click to read text)
Yet, O LORD, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter, we are all the work of your hand. (v. 8)
Reflection: My cousin was a potter in Maine. It was fascinating to watch him work at the wheel: one piece at a time, each piece unique, all made by him alone and those I have are treasures to me. So too, are we made and treasured. The idea of God as a potter goes back to creation when God formed man from the dust of the ground (perhaps clay) and breathed life into him. Still today, God molds us and makes us as we pray, "Thy will be done." Let us pray as we sing…
Have Thine Own Way, Lord
Have Thine own way, Lord! Have thine own way!
Thou art the Potter; I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting, yielded and still.
(old hymn, from memory)
--Ruth Gates, Camp Mount Luther Family Camper
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