The Potter

The word that came to Jeremiah from the LORD: “Arise, and go down to the potter’s house, and there I will let you hear my words.”

The message in chapel today was an object lesson. A potter brought his wheel into the chapel and showed us the metaphor God uses so often in Scripture. And it was very convicting. And comforting.

So I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was working at his wheel.

And the vessel he was making of clay was spoiled in the potter’s hand.

Sometimes, things in life look all messed up – like there was a mistake. Maybe my life got somebody else’s circumstances…:)

But who are you, O man, to answer back to God? Will what is molded say to its molder, “Why have you made me like this?” Has the potter no right over the clay, to make out of the same lump one vessel for honored use and another for dishonorable use? What if God, desiring to show his wrath and to make known his power, has endured with much patience vessels of wrath prepared for destruction, in order to make known the riches of his glory for vessels of mercy, which he has prepared beforehand for glory.

God has a purpose for every single thing in my life. In fact, if it is in my life, He put it there. He gets more glory when people see that He is still worthy even when life looks messed up. And if He puts these things in my life, they are gifts from Him. And God never gives bad gifts. God only gives good gifts.

And he reworked it into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do.

For those whom he foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, in order that he might be the firstborn among many brothers.

Jeremiah 18:1-4, Romans 9:20-23, Romans 8:9