Sunday, November 27, 2011
The Work Of The Father's Hands
I love the image of God our Father as the Potter and we His children as the clay. I love the thought of God, my Creator, molding me into the person He created me to be.
Funny thing about clay, though is that if left out, especially in the sun, it will dry out. It becomes hard and brittle without the life-giving moisture. The potter may find that he needs to take a chisel to it, and with that the risk of it either crumbling or at the very least resistant to what the potter has in mind for it.
Our souls too can become hard like that left out clay. It needs the life giving water that comes from Jesus. Jesus is our best example of how to remain soft and supple in the Father's hands. He prayed often and was always more concerned with doing His Father's will than anything else.
The clay of our souls will remain soft and supple through prayer and reception of the sacraments. Just like that lump of clay on the potter's wheel~if it gets messed up, the potter can begin again. He can't do that with a dried out brick. God our Father, through His Son Jesus can do the same with us. When we start to turn out as something other than the Potter intended by our sins, through the sacrament of Reconciliation, He can begin over again with us. Through the Eucharist we will receive the Living Water of Christ that will keep us malleable and able to respond to the Potter's touch.
May I always remember that You are my Father and Creator. May my soul never again be hardened by mortal sin. Through Your Son, Our Lord Jesus Christ, may I remain responsive to Your touch so as to become what You created me to be.
This I pray through the same Christ Our Lord.
Psalm 45: Canticle of Love to the King
My heart overflows with a good theme;
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
You are fairer than the sons of men;
Grace is poured upon Your lips;
Therefore God has blessed You forever.
Gird Your sword on Your thigh, O Mighty One,
In Your splendor and Your majesty!
And in Your majesty ride on victoriously,
For the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness;
Let Your right hand teach You awesome things.
Your arrows are sharp;
The peoples fall under You;
Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.
Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;
A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness;
Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You
With the oil of joy above Your fellows.
All Your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;
Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made You glad.
Kings’ daughters are among Your noble ladies;
At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.