The Teacup

The Teacup
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.'”

The word which came to Jeremiah from the
Lord saying, “Arise and go down to the
potter’s house, and there I shall announce
My words to you.”
Then I went down to the potter’s house,
and there he was, making something on
the wheel. But the vessel that he was
making of clay was spoiled in the hand of
the potter; so he remade it into another
vessel, as it pleased the potter to make.
Then the word of the Lord came to me
saying, “Can I not, O house of Israel, deal
with you as this potter does?” declares the
“Behold, like the clay in the potter’s hand,
so are you in My hand, O house of Israel.”
Jeremiah 18:1-6 (NASB)
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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.

Author Unknown


One Comment

  1. Posted January 30, 2007 at 2:15 am | Permalink

    that’s a touching analogy. Thanks for sharing

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