Tuesday, February 19, 2013

A Lumpy Piece of Clay


 

 

For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord.

--Ephesians 5:8
 
 
 

At the busiest airport in the world, my older daughter and I stood in line, waiting for our turn to take off our shoes and empty our pockets. Just as we placed our purses in the bin, we were approached by a very friendly, enthusiastic worker.  “Are you two sisters taking a trip together?  Oh, won’t you have fun.  I just love traveling with my sister!”  Now, as you can imagine, I was thrilled.  I’m twenty-five years older than my daughter.  Her trip, however, was not getting off to a great start.

 

We’ve often been confused for sisters.  Same hair color, same Rubenesque figure.  We even sound alike.  But I don’t want her to be a carbon copy of me.  I want her to glow with the light of her Heavenly Father.  I want her to be a perfect reflection of Him.

 

Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.—Ephesians 5:1,2

 

I heard a famous businessman talk about the wonder of training young people to follow in his footsteps.  His eyes teared and his face glowed as he described the thousands of people, scattered around the world, who were carrying on his work, his ideas.

 

I cringed.  I don’t want my children, my students, my readers to follow my ideas.  No way!  I’ll lead them astray for sure!  When they look at me, I want them to see the love of Christ in my eyes.  I want them to see His joy alight in my face.  I want my life to point directly to the Savior.

 

Oh, but does it?  When people look at me, what do they see?  Now, that’s a scary thought.  Do they see pride?  Vanity?  Sin?
 

Think about it. What do people around you see in your life?
 
 

I know that Jesus is growing me in all sorts of directions.  Some of it’s painful, some of it’s wonderful, but all of it is in His plan for me.  I’m just a lumpy piece of clay that He’s kneading and rolling and pounding into a pot designed to be used for His glory.  Not mine.
 

No, you don’t ever want to imitate me, or any other human for that matter.  Set your sights heavenward.  Be the light of the world.  Be an imitator of God.

 

Father, forgive me for holding on to my pride, my will.  Help me to open myself to Your teachings.  Allow me to be shaped in Your image so that people will look at me and see only You.