In the Potter’s Hand

The word which came to Jeremiah from the LORD, saying, Arise, and go down to the potter's house, and there I will cause thee to hear my words. Then I went down to the potter's house, and, behold, he wrought a work on the wheels. And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it. Then the word of the LORD came to me, saying, O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter? saith the LORD. Behold, as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.

Should we now accept the challenge of offering our lives to help? (clip – dagang guwang)

The Blacksmith Shop

In the shop of a blacksmith, there are three types of tools:

There are tools on the junk pile

There are tools on the anvil

There are tools of usefulness

There are tools on the junk pile

OutdatedBrokenDullRusty

There are tools on the anvil Melted down Molten hot Moldable Changeable

There are tools of usefulness

SharpenedPrimedDefinedMobile

Some people lie useless

Lives brokenTalents wastingFires quenchedDreams dashed

Others lie on the anvil

Hearts openHungry to changeWounds of healingVisions clearing

Others lie on the Master’s handWell tunedUncompromisingPolishedProductive

The pile of broken tools To find me, look over in the corner of the shop,

over here, behind the cobwebs, beneath the dust, in the darkness

There are scores of us, broken handles, dulled blades, cracked iron.

Some of us were useful ones, and then… many of us never were.

But, listen, don’t feel sorry forme. Life isn't so bad here in the pile… no work, no

anvils, no pain, no sharpening, And yes, the days are very long

I am very weary(clip – father and son)

Sour Grapes

Judas, the man who never knew

Eyes that never see; ears that never hear

Life from the press box – get perspective

On the Anvil

Footprints of Satan

I was in the emergency room late one night. Victims of satan filled the halls. A child – puffy, swollen eyes. Beaten by her

father. A woman – bruised cheeks, bloody nose. “My

boyfriend got drunk and hit me,” she said, weeping.

An old man – unconscious and drunk on a stretcher. He drooled blood in his sleep.

Jesus saw the victims of Satan, too.

Who pushes your swing?

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The Value of a Relationship (clip 3)

A good heart, But…

An Instrument for Noble Purposes

(A good teacher!)