Columnist on being the vessel found by The Potter

As I sit here with an early deadline looming oh my, oh my, what is there to write?  Thanksgiving is next week. Thanksgiving ALREADY?  Christmas ALREADY?  YIKES, a whole year gone!  I have always heard that as we get older time will just fly by and is that ever a true statement!  The hands on our clocks are spinning so fast we can cool ourselves in front of them!  But I thank God every day that He has given to me and Billy– each one is a gift!
Oh well, I guess since I have no control over how fast the days and years go by I’ll just be thankful for each and every day I am given and make the very most of each opportunity that comes my way.  Today, that opportunity just happens to be to write this Community Column, so here goes.
This is something I saw a while back and thought it pretty much summed up what I am most thankful for. I was that broken vessel, but I am so thankful The Potter found me.

The Vessel
A vessel tarnished, broken, useless,
Was thrown on the trash heap one night.
And was found by the Master Potter,
Searching through the 'rejects of life.'

When He found this dirty old vessel,
He looked at it closely, and saw
It contained an inherent beauty,
In spite of it's obvious flaw.

He carried it back to His workshop,
His trained eye could already see,
An object of beauty and honor,
That it was intended to be.

He repaired and cleaned the old vessel.
Polished to its natural shine
Became once more a thing of beauty,
Was truly, 'one of a kind.'

My life was that broken old vessel,
Battered, ruined, thrown away.
I lay there, no hope of recovery,
Till the Master found me that day.

He loved me, He cleansed me, redeemed me;
Adopted me as His own.
Gave to my life a brand new meaning,
Brought peace, where once there was none.
 
Have a blessed Thanksgiving and join us for worship at Centennial Baptist Church, 5321 Brownwood Road, Rutledge, GA 30663. For more information: www.centennialbaptist.org or 706-557-2120.

Printed in the November 22, 2012 edition