Re-work-ed.

On my list of things to do in the next five years:

Take a pottery class.  

I had a chance to throw once or twice in my pottery class at the classy establishment where I gained my high school diploma.  The place which boasts of one, count it one, long hallway.  Lined of course with some gorgeously aged yellow and sea foam tiles.  The countless hours spent in the art room were wonderful though.  And using the pottery wheel near the top. There's something that seems very 'zen' about the whole process.  Working a lump of cool wet clay into something.  The constant steady whir of the wheel.  It's very tactile.  Creative and productive.  And after reading Jeremiah eighteen I think it goes beyond zen and moves into 'this is an echo of truth, so therefore it's good'.

1The word that came to Jeremiah from the Lord: 2 “Arise, and go down to qthe potter's house, and there I will let you hear my words.” 3 So I went down to rthe potter's house, and there he was working at his wheel. 4 And the vessel he was making of clay was sspoiled in the potter's hand, and the reworked it into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do.

5 Then the word of the Lord came to me: 6 “O house of Israel, ucan I not do with you as this potter has done? declares the Lord. vBehold, like the clay in the potter's hand, so are you in my hand, O house of Israel.

Rework me Lord.
Not as it seems good to me.
But as it seems good to you.