Remade

Join Jeremiah

At the Potter’s house

And observe.

Watch the craftsman

At work,

Choosing the clay lump,

Holding it,

Moistening it,

Spinning it,

Shaping it

Into goodness when…

What?…

He stops.

The vessel has an imperfection.

Perhaps an ugly bubble,

Or pebble,

Or scrape

Or wobbly place.

Watch.

Does He curse

And cast the clay aside?

Toss it into the can

As rubbish?

No. Wait.

He lumps it again.

He holds it again.

Spins it again.

The Potter doesn’t scrap

His work because He finds an imperfection.

He remakes it.

You’ve been remade,

Child of God.

Remade.