Even life’s broken pieces may be recast.
And the vessel that he made of clay was marred
in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another
vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it.
In a clay pit in Jerusalem, in the valley between the upper and lower city,
Jeremiah saw a potter fashioning a lump of clay into a lovely form. Just as
He was completing it, the work crumbled in the workman’s hands, and
some of the fragments fell to the ground. He thought the potter would
let them go and begin with new clay, but he gathered the broken pieces
and began to make them over. So God, although He had failed with His
people, would try again. We have the same God. If our lives are marred,
our ideals broken, and we are but the shattered bits of what we might
have been, we can have another chance. We can be made over.
Thou, O God, art the potter; we, the clay. Our disfigured failures we
bring to Thee. Make of them something beautiful and useful to Thee. Amen
(Prayer and devotion by Walter Moore)