Chipped or Molded?

When we come to Jesus in repentance, He begins the work of transformation. I have seen a big lump of clay become a vase or bowl, ashtray or statue in my high school art classes. Sometimes the art piece was easy and came easy into the form, which the artist designed in their mind. There were other times not so easy.

We have seen the beautiful artwork ‘chiseled’ out of stone or marble. They are equally as beautiful, but worked much differently by the artist. The one uses their hands lovingly and careful and the other must use sharp instruments and work really hard at it. It is not the artist who is the problem, it is the medium with which they work.  Both forms are acceptable but need a different approach.

God is always working on us . We can be pliable, submitting in humility or we can be a piece of stone, hard headed and rebellious. This is our choice, do we submit and let Him mold us and make us into His image, or are we going to fight Him at every curve and corner so He has to ‘chip’ away at the ‘stomach god’. The stomach god is the ‘I am’ syndrome where we THINK we know what’s best. If we knew what was best we would choose to be clay! I would rather Jesus molded me than hammered any day.

Our little “I am” always sulks and pouts when God says do. Let your little “I am” be shriveled up–”I AM WHO I AM . . . has sent me to you” (Exodus 3:14). He must dominate. Is it not piercing to realize that God not only knows where we live, but also knows the gutters into which we crawl! He will hunt us down as fast as a flash of lightning. No human being knows human beings as God does.-Oswald Chambers

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