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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.". |
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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) |
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