**How do you spell “busy”? M-A-Y Sorry for the odd timing of this post during the day!
After zooming to the middle school this morning (where, so they tell me, I am officially on staff next year, barring any weird budget issues that arise prior to contracts!), I popped into Walmart with dog food on the brain and came out with flowers as well.
Paul writes, “ We have this treasure in jars of clay, to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. … We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.” (2 Co. 4:7, 10)
The gospel of Christ, the glory of God Himself, is our treasure to contain and to reveal.
Ponder that a moment. For the sake of grace, for the sake of His great name, God chose to reveal His glory and power in us, jars of clay.
That’s why man was formed from clay.
His Glory was coming, and God chose the metaphor in advance.
In Paul’s day, the humble clay pot held grain, water, oil, and wine.
In Christ, our humble clay beings hold the Bread of Life, the Living Water, the Holy Spirit, and the manifest Fruit of His Spirit.
How misplaced is my frequent battle with pride? Umm…about as dumb as a clay pot considering itself the prize, not the flower.
Today, clay pots hold dirt, but something beautiful grows from the nourishment of the soil.
May what grows from me reveal His glory.