YOU Are The Potter

From the Book of the prophet Isaiah, chapter 64: 8 we hear, “But now, O LORD, You are our Father, We are the clay, and You our potter; And all of us are the work of Your hand.”


So here we have another answer to, “Who do you say I am?” You are our Lord, our Father and our potter. We are the clay that the potter uses to mold us and fashion us in His image. But what kind of clay are we? Are we soft and pliable? I haven’t seen many potters at work but the one or two I’ve seen seem to be working with soft pliable clay, but what if our clay is hard? Even when we’ve hardened our hearts and turned away from God He continuously works with us. He takes that hard clay and pours water on it day after day and keeps pounding on it until it becomes soft. There are some earthly potters who wouldn’t want to go to all the trouble and hard work in softening a hard piece of clay, but the Lord doesn’t give up on us.

The Bible provides the example of Jacob and how it took God 20 years of pounding and pouring until his heart became soft enough. Another example is the hard clay called Saul, the one that the Lord would eventually change into the soft, pliable clay called Paul. They are not the only ones there are many others. I too have been subjected to this pounding and these were times when my heart was filled with pride, arrogance in that I could go it alone and that I didn’t need God. It was during those times that my clay was no longer soft and pliable in the potter’s hands. “Today if you will hear His voice, harden not your hearts.” Hebrew 3:15
The Lord did not let me go and through many circumstances I endured I finally softened my heart and I made it easier for Him to make me into a pot, that’s cracked a number of times. Even with the imperfections, a crack here and a crack there, the Lord still loves me as He does ALL that He created. With Him I’ve even come to accept the superficial imperfection and He has made me understand that even that serves a purpose. You see through that crack, I can pass on some of the abundant life giving water that He gives me to others around me. Even if it’s only a trickle it can water some of the hardened clay that’s beneath me until the time comes for the potter to start that pounding process with them.

So today, when you ask, “Who do you say I am?” I answer singing;
Abba O Abba Father
You are the potter
And we are the clay,
The work of your hands


Mould us mould us and
Fashion us,
Into the image,
Of Jesus your Son
Of Jesus your Son.


Father, may we be one in you,
May we be one in you,
As he is in you,
And you are in him


Glory, glory and praise to thee
Glory and praise to thee
Forever amen....
Forever amen....
Forever amen....