After writing about my hunt for the perfect handmade souvenirs in Japan, I reflected on this passage from the Bible:
Yet, O LORD, you are our Father.I came home from our trip with a single teacup and bowl, loving the the mark of the potter's hand on each. At the time I wrote, "[M]aybe there's a deeper reason this bowl and cup are striking a chord for me. I can't always see the beauty in each person, but if you look, we each bear evidence of a master potter's hand."
We are the clay, you are the potter;
we are all the work of your hand.
Isaiah 64:8
A month or two later, I was excited to hear that a friend was picking up her last batch of work from a ceramics class. The firing process was complete, the pieces ready for collection. I asked if I could see them. We had a little viewing party, and though the vessels were lovely for a first-time ceramicist (as you can see for yourself), she was very humble. Later, she e-mailed to say:
It was fun having you and N today! I am so glad you stopped by to see my "work of art" (haha, this is how my husband, J, calls them, though he thinks the flat ones look like ashtrays).She'd seen the post I mentioned above and continued:
You're right about the mark of the potter's hand! I really liked your quote. I haven't read the Bible yet but I could relate to your thoughts. I agree with you that they make ceramics more special. I sometimes make delicate lines with my fingernails and leave them there on purpose. They seem to make my potteries look more warm and friendly, compared to the ones with a clean and polished surface.What she wrote took the Isaiah passage right out of the abstract and into real life. How refreshing to remember that the mark of the potter's hand can literally be a mark, made and left on purpose.
E's joy in making these vessels was evident. It helped me to imagine the way that God works as a potter does. With pleasure. With purpose. Putting his distinct mark on our lives, making something that might seem like a mistake into evidence that it was crafted by him, by the divine.
"We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand." Lord, that I would yield to your hand. That I would be shaped and made by you. That I would bear the mark of your touch on my life.













