Story of a tea cup

"There was a time when I was just a dumb lump of red clay. Then one day my
master came. He took me, brought me home, rolled and pounded me on a wooden
table. Again and again, he poked his fingers into me until finally I yelled
out: 'Don't do that! Leave me alone!' But he only smiled and gently said:
"Not yet!"

Then, whoommmm! I was placed on a spinning wheel and suddenly spun around
and around and around until I lost all my sense of direction: 'Stop it;
don't you see that I'm getting sick? Quickly, take me from the spinning
wheel!' But the master only nodded in understanding and quietly said: "Not
yet!"

Then he placed me carefully into an oven. I never felt such heat. I yelled
and knocked and pounded at the door: 'It is hotter than hell - I'm burning
to ashes. Please get me out of here before it is too late.' I could only
read his lips as he shook his head from side to side and silently
pronounced, "Not yet!"

After I had cooled down he carefully picked me up, looked at me and brushed
some dust away. Then he brought the colors! The fumes were horrible!
'Please... you have no mercy! Please, Stop it!' But he only shook his head
and said: "Not yet!"

An hour or later he came back and placed a mirror before me and said: "Look
at yourself!" And I did.What I saw amazed me. 'That's not me!' I said. 'It
is too beautiful...' With a very compassionate voice he spoke: "This is what
you are meant to be," and then he explained: "I know it hurt you when I
rolled and kneaded you on the table. But if I had not gotten the air out of
you, you would have broken. I knew you must have lost all your sense of
orientation when I was spinning you. But without this you would never have
come into this form. I know the fumes of the colors were intolerable when I
painted you all over. But if I had not done that, you would not have had any
color in your life."

God is the potter and we are the clay. He will mold us and will expose us to
just enough pressures of just the right kinds that we will become a perfect
piece of His liking.


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