WHO IS THE POTTER – YOU, OR I?
Nov 6, 2019
Thalitha Kumi
Why do you judge your brother? I AM the Potter.
When the clay is dug from the riverbank – is it not taken out of it’s comfortzone? Is it not still formless, full of gunk and dirt?
When the clay is washed and kneaded, is it not a painful process to yield to the Potter’s will? Yet you criticise My clay for being an unformed lump. I AM the Potter, I see the greatness of it’s potential. Do you doubt My insight?
When the clay is put on the spinning wheel – is it’s life not spinning out of control, yet the Potter is in full control? Yet you criticise My clay for being without faith, or full of sins, hence the seeming lost of control. I AM the Potter, I know the speed of the wheel needed for My purpose.
When the clay is pressured by My hands – does in not loose all control over itself, as well as all resemblance of it’s former form? Yet you criticise My yielding lump of clay for being the cause of their lives falling apart. It is yielding, don’t you see? I AM the Potter and know how much pressure every kind of vessel need.
When the formed vessel stand on the shelf to dry – does it not look unattractive and forgotten, yet I AM the Potter, I know how long it needs to stand? Yet you criticise My children who look unseeming and unassuming and unfinished in your eyes.
When the vessel is put into the oven – is it not severe affliction, extreme discomfort and distress? I AM the Potter, and I know the vessel needs the oven in order to be able to hold water. Yet you criticise My vessels in the oven, saying their own sins caused their affliction.
When the vessel stands there cooling down – is it not still partly brittle, unattractive, and even smaller than when it went in? And still you criticise My vessel for being ugly, small, half-baked. I AM the Potter – I know how long My vessels need to stand, and only I know the size I need each one to be.
When the vessel is painted and glazed – and one can not see the splendour of the finish yet – does it not loose all resemblance to it’s initial nature and character, without having any definite indication of what it is meant to be yet? Yet you criticise your fellow vessels for being dull, uninteresting, unfinished, without character? I AM the Potter – do I not know how to decorate My vessels, and what is necessary to give each one a unique splendour?
When the vessel go into the oven for the second time – is that not recurring afflictions, temptations and troubles? Yet you criticise your fellow vessels for being the cause of their own sorrows, not able to learn from previous experience? I see the glorious outcome, you only frown at the momentary trouble. I AM the Potter – do I not know why it is necessary?
When the twice-baked vessel stand there cooling down on the shelf, doesn’t it seem finished but forgotten – gathering dust – until it is time for the purpose intended? Yet you criticise even My finished vessels for not being in active duty yet, blaming them of laziness or disobedience, or that they have heard Me wrong and should be in a different place than where they are? I AM the Potter, I know when I will use every individual vessel.
When I use My vessel, you criticise it for being presumptious, arrogant, who-are-you – you are either envious of those I use now, or haughty towards others on the shelf when I use you for My purposes. I AM the Potter, I know when, why, and for what to use each of My vessels.
HENCE, DO NOT JUDGE YOUR BROTHER who seems to be ‘in a wrong spot’. Every one of you are in My hands, in different stages of development, or use. I AM the Potter and I AM busy with each one of you.
IF YOU CRITICISE YOUR BROTHER BECAUSE HE IS IN A DIFFERENT STAGE THAN YOU, YOU ARE CRITICISING ME AS THE POTTER, AS BEING INEPT TO DO WHAT I DO.
Be at peace with your brother.
Love one another, as I have loved you.
I AM LOVE.
To be able to enter My courts, you have to be like Me.
LOVE.
