My morning bible study over the past few weeks has been in the book of the prophet Isaiah - it's a long book. One of my favorite passages from Isaiah is: Isaiah 64:8 (NIV) [8] Yet you, Lord, are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.
Pottery has been an important part of our lives. Neither Betty nor I have ever turned a pot, but our nephew Gary has and he's pretty good. No, pottery has been a part of our life because Betty has always appreciated good pottery. She has a good eye for pieces that are unique and well-made.
For many years she collected pottery pitchers and we had/have some neat pieces. As we've gotten older we no longer collect things like that as we're trying to cut down on our material things (without much luck, but we're trying).
When we moved into our house here in Corrales, New Mexico, we soon learned that our house sits on what used to be Indian land. There was a Pueblo community along the Rio Grande when Coronado first visited this area in the mid-1500's. Sure enough, after a few rains and wind storms, we started to find pottery shards in our back lot where Sugar and Morgunn live. A lot of it has been plain, utility ware shards with no decoration. But, we've also found pottery pieces with black and white decoration on them and a few pieces with a red ochre stain.
It's neat when you first pick up a shard knowing that the last person to touch it lived over 500 years ago and might even have been the potter who created the piece. I like to think that all the pottery pieces were works of love because they required so much time and work - and each piece was unique and well-made. This is especially true of the decorated pieces because they required so much creativity and skill. Even now, when they're broken, they're still beautiful and it's easy to see the love of their maker in each piece - even the utility ware.
I like to think that God is like that. Each piece/person he creates, he does so with love. And, even when we're broken, we're still beautiful in his eyes and we still reflect the love of our maker. Some times we just need to open our eyes to see.