The clay

Once I took up pottery
and tried to make pots and plates
It never worked.
I could never pour in a perfect mould.
because when a Potter pours in clay
Into a mould
He knows exactly how much
To pour in.
Exactly.
All of it.
Like all of the righteousness
which is Christ
He gives to us.
We  have it.
A free gift-
We are the clay
He is the Great Potter.
Jesus had to live in a body of clay
Like ours
Only His was perfect.
But He had all the emotions
He had eyes to see
All the lust and sin of the world
Ears to hear all their condemning and mocking cries
A nose to smell all the stench
And filth of their sweating sin
He saw,felt,heard the very things we do to day...
A seed
 does not grow unless it has come
From a fruit that once lived
Once it dies ,it can fall into the ground
And begin to sprout..
But does that seed whine and cry
as it begins to bud ?
Does a baby  leopard feel the pain of its growth
And howl with pain ?
We do,naturally..
But if we die with  the Lord
We are not ashamed- even though we do
Howl sometimes with the pain of it
But There is NOW no condemnation
No Mocking
We learn  to sprint ahead
With all our might
For the prize of the High Calling
Which becomes ours in Christ Jesus
We run,carrying the pain,the fear
We run carrying it
Not throwing it out with the bath water
Because we know that the cross of shame
That Jesus bore in His body
He didn't have to do it
He could have turned to His Deity and Power
But He didn't
Because He knew if He did
He would never have  overcome satan's rebellion
Never have created mankind  to replace him on earth
And never been able to send the Spirit at Pentecost
To give us salvation through eternal Life...