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HELLO I'M BRAD, AND WELCOME TO MY HOME
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Jesus, the Master Potter
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The Cracked Water Jar
Once upon a time in India, there was a servant who had to
fetch
the water for his master from the well every day. To do this
he had
two large jars, which he hung one from each end of a pole
which he carried across his neck. They were heavy and it was
a long walk to the well but the servant had a good master
and he didn't mind the walk or the work at all.
Both of the water jars looked exactly the same but, if you
looked
very carefully you could see that there was a tiny crack in one
jar.
And so on the way back from the well - drip, drip, drip -
the water would gradually leak out of that jar and splash
on to the side on the path.
The poor cracked jar was very sad that it only succeeded in
bringing
half the amount of water home each day that perfect jar did.
After two years the jar plucked up courage
to tell the servant how it felt and to apologize.
"Why should you feel like that?", said the servant,
" I knew all about that little crack - in fact I made use of
it."
"How could you do that?" asked the jar eagerly.
"Just look around you", replied the servant
" Do you see the flowers growing by the side of the path?"
And the jar looked and there certainly were beautiful flowers
growing all along the way.
"Do you notice anything strange? Do you see where they are
growing?"
"Why, they only grow on one side of the path,"
said the surprised water jar.
"That's because I knew you leaked and so I sowed some
flower seeds
along your side of the path. For two years now I've been able
to pick
fresh flowers every day to decorate my master's table.
And I couldn't have done that if you hadn't watered them
through
that little crack. So, you see, I like you just the way you are.
You are a very special water jar!"
And that is exactly the way it is with God for He loves us
just the way we are - and can even make good use of some of
the things that are wrong with us.
Nothing goes to waste with God
and every one of us is special to Him.
6th February 1999.
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Jesus, Master of the Sea
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God never said that it would be easy for us. He only said that He would take us through it all. Some times I feel like that cracked water jar, old and useless. But thats when something wonderful happens. Thats when He came use me the most, because when I am small in my own eyes, then He is Big in my heart. He walks on the water of the storms in my life. He calms the waves and speaks peace to my spirit. If you will let Him, He came calm the troubled seas in your life. Just let Him in today, He will gladly give you joy for your tears, and peace for the storms.
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Jesus, The Saviour
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The Weaver
My Life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colours
He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.
Not 'till the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
Who leave the choice with Him.
He died to give us life. His love has lasted through the endless ages past. Before I was born, He knew me. So great is His love , so endless the boundless mercies of His grace.
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