Do you see yourself as clay in the Master Potter’s hand? We are living in a time that says, “You are the potter and others are the clay; you must mold others into what you want them to be so they can serve you.” To yield ourselves to another with the intention of letting someone mold us is foreign to the thinking of many. However, such an idea is not strange to the Christian. Sometimes we sing the hymn “Have Thine On Way, Lord”. One stanza says “Thou art the potter, I am the clay. Mold me and make me after thy will, while I am waiting, yielded and still”.
I took a piece of plastic clay
And idly fashioned it one day.
And as my fingers pressed it, still
It moved and yielded to my will.
I came again when days were past
The bit of clay was hard at last.
The form I gave it, still it bore,
And I could change that form no more.
I took a piece of living clay
And gently fashioned it day by day
And molded with my power and art
A young child’s soft and yielding heart.
I came again when years were gone,
It was a man I looked upon.
He still that early impress bore,
And I could fashion it never more. (author unknown)