I walked in and didn’t know where to sit. I wasn’t late for board meeting but I was later than normal. As I approached the tables I realized I didn’t know where to sit. For three and half years I had sat at the right hand of the Senior Pastor. My leadership contribution was from that place. Tonight was different, it was the first board meeting since she retired, and I didn’t know where I belonged. A bunch of thoughts were running through my head and I think some of them must have formed a prayer. It was more than where to sit, it was more of a “I’m not sure what role I am to fulfill anymore, I’m not sure what my place of leadership is now.” I didn’t hear an audible voice whisper in my ear and yet I knew God was saying to me, “I need you to lead differently now.”
As I dwelt on these words the passage in Jeremiah about the Potters hand came to mind.
Jeremiah 18: 1-6
18 The Lord gave another message to Jeremiah. He said, 2 “Go down to the potter’s shop, and I will speak to you there.” 3 So I did as he told me and found the potter working at his wheel. 4 But the jar he was making did not turn out as he had hoped, so he crushed it into a lump of clay again and started over. 5 Then the Lord gave me this message: 6 “O Israel, can I not do to you as this potter has done to his clay? As the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand.
The final verse in this section says, “As the clay is in the potter’s hand, so are you in my hand.” It is crazy how much comfort I find in that sentence. I am, we are, in his hands. The one thing all crafters of clay have in common is each tend to their clay with great care. They moved their hands with purpose, the potters knows the outcome they are shooting for and guided the clay with the end in mind.
Clay doesn’t have a choice, when it is placed on the wheel, it doesn’t decided if it will to conform to the will of the potters wishes or not. We do though, we make choices every day, do we move, change and grow at the will of our potters hand or do we stay hard, stay dry, not to absorbing the living water God is pouring out on us? My hope, my prayer is, no matter what age or stage of life I’m in I will remain soft and yielding to the potter’s hands. So I ask you, are you still soft and yielding to the potters hand, are you still absorbing the living water he is pouring into you?