There was a couple who used to go to England to shop
in the beautiful stores. They both liked antiques and pottery and especially
teacups. This was their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.
One day in this beautiful shop they saw
a beautiful teacup. They said, "May we see that? We've never seen one
quite so beautiful." As the lady handed it to them, suddenly the teacup
spoke.
"You don't understand," it
said. "I haven't always been a teacup. There was a time when I was red and
I was clay." My master took me and rolled me and patted me over and over
and I yelled out, "let me alone", but he only smiled, "Not yet."
"Then I was placed on a spinning
wheel," the teacup said, "and suddenly I was spun around and around
and around. Stop it! I'm getting dizzy!" I screamed. But the master only
nodded and said, 'Not yet."
Then he put me in the oven. I never
felt such heat. I wondered why he wanted to burn me, and I yelled and knocked
at the door. I could see him through the opening and I could read his lips as
He shook his head, "Not yet."
Finally the door opened, he put me on
the shelf, and I began to cool. "There, that's better," I said. And
he brushed and painted me all over. The fumes were horrible. I thought I would
gag. "Stop it, stop it!" I cried. He only nodded, "Not
yet."
Then suddenly he put me back into the
oven, not like the first one. This was twice as hot and I knew I would
suffocate. I begged. I pleaded. I screamed. I cried. All the time I could see
him through the opening nodding his head saying, "Not yet."
Then
I knew there wasn't any hope. I would never make it. I was ready to give up.
But the door opened and he took me out and placed me on the shelf. One hour
later he handed me a mirror and said, "Look at yourself." And I did.
I said, "That's not me; that couldn't be me. It's beautiful. I'm
beautiful."
"I want you to remember,
then," he said, "I know it hurts to be rolled and patted, but if I
had left you alone, you'd have dried up. I know it made you dizzy to spin
around on the wheel, but if I had stopped, you would have crumbled. I knew it
hurt and was hot and disagreeable in the oven, but if I hadn't put you there,
you would have cracked. I know the fumes were bad when I brushed and painted
you all over, but if I hadn't done that, you never would have hardened; you
would not have had any color in your life. And if I hadn't put you back in that
second oven, you wouldn't survive for very long because the hardness would not
have held. Now you are a finished product. You are what I had in mind when I
first began with you."
MORAL:
God knows what He's doing (for all of
us).
He is the Potter, and we are His clay.
He will mold us and make us,
So that we may be made into a flawless piece of work
To fulfill His good, pleasing, and perfect will.
No temptation has seized you except what is common to man.
And God is faithful; he will not tempt you beyond what you can bear. (1 Corinthians 10:13)
He is the Potter, and we are His clay.
He will mold us and make us,
So that we may be made into a flawless piece of work
To fulfill His good, pleasing, and perfect will.
No temptation has seized you except what is common to man.
And God is faithful; he will not tempt you beyond what you can bear. (1 Corinthians 10:13)
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