Exquisite Flaws
It is of the Lords mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: Great is thy faithfulness.
…Lamentation 3:22-23 KJV
Picking up a stunning piece of pottery I wondered why everyone passed the beauty up to go on to another item at the yard sale. I knew the piece was an antique and was almost stumbling over everyone to be able to examine closer. Picking the pottery up I realized at the bottom of the exquisite piece there was a chip but not seen unless observantly looking for flaws. Snatching it up was without delay not taking my hands off the newly unearthed treasure.
It wasn’t the value of the pottery, but the work involved that intrigued me, it was striking in appearance. The item would have remained on the table proving that most found it not worth much with a chip on the base. This piece of clay could have been thrown in the kiln, broken to pieces for art projects, or thrown away. Didn’t look like much of a future for this art piece before I came along.
Buying the vase was my first thought to add to my collection of my tiny flawed Rembrandts that a professional collector would not even consider purchasing. But I regarded them as Rembrandts because art is to reveal something about the author or owner. The artist has something to reveal to the onlooker.
In this pottery I saw myself and the many imperfections or defects whatever you choose to call them. But these flaws of my life tell a story and sometimes not such a pretty story. I could only be bought by the only one who is without error. Only Jesus could save me from destruction.
My hopes are to allow God to change that part of me not so attractive as I give my life completely to Him. Those flaws have been forgiven, not overlooked. The Master of my life sees past the blemishes and sees what I was meant to be. He sees me without the flaws. Wow! He knows what I am made of; He was there at my making. He knows what I can hold, because He will not give me too much of anything I am not meant bear. He still finds me useful for His service.
Here I am Father! Use me; fill me with your Son Jesus and in the power of the Holy Spirit until my vase runneth over. Then no one will even notice the imperfections; they will only see the work done in me through you, Father. Yes I am flawed, but I don’t always remember, because my Master treats me like a beautiful piece of art and ready to dawn His table at the Marriage Feast. Our value is great, but only because of the price paid for it to be rescued.
