Written by John, a guest writer
Over the past year, I have had a job very similar to a clergyman. In this role, I have been put in the position of aiding and comforting many people dealing with depression, anxiety, grieving, and other emotional issues. The first thing I say is that I am not here to fix you, there is nothing to fix; I am here to help you learn how to live with the new-you.
Much like a lump of clay on the potter’s wheel, it’s the stretching, squeezing, bending and scratching that shape us. Every hard day, every loved one lost, every social and emotional issue we face changes us and that change cannot be undone.
Things bend us and scratch us and stretch us and squeeze us, but the finished product is so much more beautiful than that lump of clay we started out as. We can never go back to that original, innocent lump of clay. All we can do is learn to live with it, learn to love the lumps and bumps, the scrapes and scratches. In the end, we are more beautiful than we could ever be without them.
Sometimes those holes, scratches, bumps, lumps and bruises serve as a reminder that we are not perfect. And that too is okay. The more we see our imperfections the more we understand that God is what is needed to not only complete us but make us whole.
Think about the purification of gold. It has to sustaian emmense heat to be purified. Not only that but to make your perfect design, It must sustain heat again ti be fixed.
Life is not about you or me. It is about being completed in God. Let him purify you with each wound. Sometimes that is the only way we will come to him.
So yes, I agree. The imperfections we have make us unique, but I challenge, How much more unique will each of us be when completed by God?
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I don’t know if we were ever innocent…
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I don’t think he meant it as “innocence,” per se, but more so ignorant and/or naive to how the world is.
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I definitely agree, but like Switchfoot, this post is meant to take a more subtle route.
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