Transformation

As I started thinking about the wonders of God's creations today, I begin to recall the message that I learned about God being an artist.

There is a story of a lump of clay that is useless in itself. The story goes that one day a man full of passion comes along and picks up the abandoned clay. It begins to work it out and form it, giving it tender curves and smooth sides. In the process of being made into a new creation, the clay is not happy. It complains about the burden of being stretched, the pain of continually being flipped and tugged and pinched. Once the artist forms the basic shape, it brings the clay into a woodfire and makes leaves it in the oven ot bake. The clay screams in selfishness that it did not ask for this, that it is so hot it cannot breath. It screams that it wants out, that it can't stand it anymore, that it isn't strong enough to endure such tremendous heat.

But once it comes out of the oven, the artist takes his colors and begins to paint beautiful pictures, and the coolness of the liquid cools the clay. Suddenly the unstableness of its walls are sturdy, the loopy bottom is hard and firm, strong and straight. Everything begins to alter, from the deep brown into lusicous reds and vibrant greens, plush yellows and creamy purples.

In the end, the once-clay stands before the master as a perfect China tea cup. When he asks why the master put him through the agony of being transformed, the artist responded that it knew all along the true beauty of it and it loved it so much that it wanted to use it to be the most that it could be.

Unless we surrender to God, we will never be able to be made complete in him. Our beauty will never be raw or authentic, if we are holding the reigns of our life. It is in the prodding and fussing that our patience is tested, but when God's masterwork comes through and shines into our lives. We are those lumps of clay, sitting around in our own emptiness, and only when we let God change us can we ever have ever lasting meaning in our lives.

Let God transform you. Because what He can make will far surpasses what you are.

Explanations

A few days ago I had a realization of my independence on technology and the fragility of it all. I went to pick up my labtop beneath a pile of my roomates and I found, to much dismay, that mine was smushed and seemed to be bent in quite a bit. When I tried to turn it on, it started to blink and flash black screens and I realized that she very well could be a goner. In fear, I begin to panic and I started to comprehend the sheer mass of stuff that is stored on that bad boy that I would be upset to loose. Namingly, I found myself regretting not having a backup of my journal and all my thoughts that have been a collection of life lessons that I feel very blessed to have learned. So, since that faithful day, I decided to take action and I am putting things way up in the world wide web, where the storage is more secure than a shabby motel room where labtops and skateboards and clothes all compete for space, and usually the former miss out.

So here I am. all technology, throwing thoughts out to the wind and hoping that in my bad misfortune with "things" that the true value and beauty of words will not have the possibilty of being destroyed.