The Mixed Blessing of Being Clay in the Potterâ€™s HandÂ
Penetecost 16 Common Lectionary Year C
Â©2013 Rev. Elisabeth R. Jones
Jeremiah was not noted for being the happiest of prophets. Given that his world was one of endings; of rampant infidelity to the Dream of God, of that stinking rottenness of decay, corruption and destructionthat has so often accompanied the decline and fall of a society,itâ€™s perhaps not surprising that he is known as the prophet of doom! Whatâ€™s more surprising then is that Jeremiah could pull out of this mire and mayhem some ofÂ the most powerful poetic hymns of hope to be found in any literature. Â Todayâ€™s passage is Jeremiah at his best. He will take us by the narrative hand into the grip of existential terror, and then lift the corner of the veil to catch a glimpse, barely perceptible, of an earth-making hope, made all the brighter for the darkness that surrounds it.
He begins with a â€œOnce upon a timeâ€ simple tale of God inviting Jeremiah on a field trip, to do some hands-on experiential, active learning, with God as teacher.
They go to the potterâ€™s house. Every town and village had one in those days before Walmart and Pottery Barn. Pots were a mundane necessity, not an artistic luxury, so donâ€™t imagine some fancy gallery, just a courtyard with a wheel, a kiln or a fire, some water, and a lot of clay.
â€œLook! God says to Jeremiah, â€œWatch the potter!â€ Picking from the lumps of clayâ€¦ (work your own clay) wetting the hands, the wheel, setting it spinning steady, squeezing, pushing, smoothing, caressing a lump into something hollow, round, tall.Â A miracle emerging from a muddy mess!
What mystically inclined prophet-person wouldnâ€™t quickly run over all the spiritual metaphors evoked by this earthen creativity? Â -God formed Adam from the dust, just like this!! Â -So we are shaped, lovingly, artistically, patiently, Â skillfully, intimately. What an incredibly powerful message to teach our children, that they are Godâ€™s creation, that if they allow God to be the potter of their lives,they will be shaped, moulded, caressed to their full potential, and beauty, service with style! â€œYes, Yes! I see!â€ says Jeremiah,Â trying to show God how theologically smart, how spiritually insightful he is!
Thenâ€¦. the potter frowns, watches the pot sheâ€™s throwing suddenly develop a kink, a lean, a wobble, a teeter, going from beautiful, to mildly ridiculous, to plain ugly and useless in the blink of an eye. The potter, with a firm hand, decisively pounds the emerging pot back to lumpen clay, the wheel slows to a stop.
Jeremiah gasps! Noooo! Surely this is not Godâ€™s lesson? That the God who is capable of creating such beauty as a spider web, such quirky grandeur as a giraffe, such intimate grace as the kiss of loversâ€™ lips, can also crush, pound back to mud, the very creation God has lavished such love upon?
Here we go! The vengeful god of the Old Testament! How can we stand to read this? How much damage has been done in our world by the descendants of this prophet of doom, with theirÂ â€˜you miserable worm!â€™ diatribes? Their callous condemnations of unmitigated suffering as the heavy fist fall of an irate deity?
Not here at CPU, not now, surely?! While thereâ€™s no stepping around the real evidence in ink that Jeremiahâ€™s world believed God to be the cause of both creation and destruction, we donâ€™t have to be slavish adherents to a three-thousand year old worldview. As 21st century thinking Christians, our task with this, and texts like it, is to take it seriously, not literally, as we plumb its complicated depths in search of liveable, life-giving wisdom that is consistent with the overarching Dream of God.
So letâ€™s go back to Jeremiah, looking in horror at the de-formed clay spinning uselessly beneath the hands of the potter. Horrified, because he sees his people, de-formed, squashed, destroyed. He, who had believed all his life that God would never, could never give up on Godâ€™s people, now sees in the potterâ€™s clayed hands, evidence that even Godâ€™s own creation is vulnerable to destruction.
God lets Jeremiah, and us, squirm long enough at the lumpen vessel to see,â€¦ it is possible for societies to crumble, for freedoms to be lost, for empires to end, for wars to drench the world in blood, for deserts to invade once green forested land, for species to disappear, for ice-caps to melt. It isÂ possible for the clay to be crushed to nothing, if not by the angered hand of God, (which I donâ€™t believe) then by the carelessness, letâ€™s call it by its true name, the sin,Â of Godâ€™s creatures (which I do).
And the sight is horrifying! It is scary as Hell.
But. Godâ€™s lesson for Jeremiah is not yet over. â€œWatch the potter again, will you Jeremiah?â€ Tell us what you see.
â€œThe broken clay is taken off the wheel, reshapedÂ by the potter into a ball, perhaps she adds more clay to it, it is wetted and smoothed, then placed back on the turning wheel. The potterâ€™s hands, with skill, dexterity, artistry, intimacy, begin to remould that broken, ugly, useless de-formed lump of clayâ€¦â€¦ A new creation is emerging, something beautiful, hollowed out, growing tall within the fingered caress of the potter. It is being resurrected!!â€
Horror for Jeremiah, and for those of us who have followed him to the potterâ€™s house, slowly turns to hope as he watches the potter.
And alongside Jeremiah, we begin to discern that hope without the horror isnâ€™t hope at all, itâ€™s naÃ¯ve optimism, a wonky pot on the wheel, not capable of standing by itself, much less of containing blessing.
We learn from the potterâ€™s house that Godâ€™s action in the world is not mere creative whimsy, but the hard, gritty, skilled workÂ of repeated resurrection, fashioning new hope for the world from the misshapen clay of the worst destructions, deformations and deaths it is possible and impossible for us to imagine. Godâ€™s work is to take broken clay of our lives, and make it new and whole again! Letâ€™s bring this home, to our here and now: take that clay in your hand again. How do we look on that potterâ€™s wheel? We, as individuals? We, as a community of faith?
Is there some misshapenness in our personal life which needs the firm yet gentle, skillful, reshaping touch of God? â€¦â€¦Let your clay in your hand tell you thatâ€¦.
And us, as a community of faith; how is God taking our clay and reshaping us, recreating us as a vessel capable of carrying the Gospel to one another and to those beyond our walls? Let me give one glimpse of hope among many: Our launch, starting this morning, of a new tech-savvy, web-friendly, active-learner friendly curriculum for KidZone may well be one of these newly re-formed pots, taking the well-worked clay of previous generations, to fashion a new vessel capable of carrying a new generation forward in faith. Those of you actively involved in ministries in the congregation, imagine how God is smushing and reshaping your area for effectivenessâ€¦
Looking beyond our walls, (through Greenbelt eyes), this text calls me to ask how God is taking the worn-down Social Gospel clay of our United Church past, and reshapingÂ us into a new vessel of affirmation and inclusion, of intelligent, passionate engagement with racial, gender and eco- justice as we live the Gospel of Jesus in Canadian society.
What more powerful, hard-won message of hope can we glean from gloomy Jeremiah than this: God is at the wheel, ready to shape and fashion us, again, and again, and again, no matter how often we go wonky, into vessels of blessing.
Thanks be to God!
 I am not saying that God introduces horror just to teach us the lesson of hope. On the contrary, I am suggesting that it is precisely in the midst of horror (of a natural or human disaster for example) that we begin to perceive most clearly the redemptive work of God.