The master was searching for a vessel to use. On the shelf were many, which one would He choose? Take me, cried the gold one, I’m shiny and bright. I’m of great value and I do things just right. My beauty and luster will outshine the rest, and for someone like You, Master, gold would be the best.
The Master passed on with no word at all. He looked at a silver urn, narrow and tall. I’ll serve You, Dear Master, I’ll pour out Your wine. And I’ll be at Your table whenever You dine. My lines are so graceful, my carving so true. And my silver will always compliment You.
Unheeding, the Master, passed on to the brass. It was wide-mouthed and shallow, and polished like glass. Here! Here! Cried the vessel, I know I will do. Place me on Your table for all men to view.
Look at me, called the goblet of crystal so clear. My transparency shows my contents so dear. Though fragile am I, I will serve You with pride. And I’m sure I’ll be happy in Your house to abide.
The Master came next to a vessel of wood. Polished and carved it solidly stood. You may use me, Dear Master, the wooden bowl said. But I’d rather You used me for fruit, not for bread.
The Master looked down and saw a vessel of clay. Empty and broken it helplessly lay. No hope had the vessel that the Master might choose, to cleanse and make whole, to fill and to use. Ah! This is the vessel I’ve been hoping to find. I will mend it and use it and make it all Mine.
I need not the vessel with pride of itself. Nor the one who is narrow to sit on the shelf. Nor the one who is bigmouthed and shallow and loud. Nor the one who displays his contents so proud. Not the one who thinks he can do all things just right. But this plain earthly vessel filled with My power and might.
Then gently He lifted the vessel of clay. He mended and cleansed it and filled it that day. He spoke to it kindly, there is work you must do. Just pour out to others as I pour into you.
I found the above written out in a folder of papers that Jerry has been saving for a long time. I believe this was copied down and saved from a time whenever he was either in jail or rehab. We came across it years ago and decided to save it because it spoke to us. Looking back on this, boy does it still speak to my heart! I don’t know about anyone else, but I have been at least one of those “better” vessels until I finally realized that I am nothing but a jar of clay – and a broken one is what I have been and still am sometimes – that the Master lovingly repairs and makes whole, cleanses, fills and uses as I allow Him. It is through Jesus and His Spirit that God works in us to will and to act according to His good purposes. It is He that is within us that is greater than the world. It is through Jesus that we have any victory, success, strength or substance. What a wonderful reminder is this illustration written about the Master and His choice of vessel to use to feed others and to quench the thirst of the soul. Thank You, Lord, for showing this to me, again.
2 Corinthians 4:7 But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.