When I went to the Taiwanese National Palace Museum, I watched a short video about how ceramic and clay pots are made. I watched how purposeful and skilled the hand movements of the artisans were. A small shift in movement meant a different shape for the pot. The artisan needed to have stable strength and detailed patience to shape the pot beautifully. I thought of the verse in Jeremiah: We are like clay in the hands of the potter. The Lord is truly the Master Potter. He knows what He’s doing. He skillfully, purposefully, patiently and lovingly shapes us from lumps of seemingly ordinary clay into vessels of honour. Who knew that lumps of clay had such potential?
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