Advent this year begins with Isaiah’s exilic imagery:
“We are the clay and you the potter: we are all the work of your hands.” (Is 64:7)
Genesis tells us that we, God’s work, are created in God’s own image and likeness. (Gen 1:27) We are intimately marked by the touch of the creator -by the fingerprints of God upon our lives. Unique, with no two of us created with exactly the same movement of the potter’s hands, yet bound together by the same humble clay of humanity. We take on wide ranging sacred forms – garden pots, bowls and pitchers – no one shape more holy than the next. We may imagine ourselves fresh from the firing, able to hold boiling water or rich soil, dark within, whole. Or, we may have sustained the cracks of living. They may be hairline fractures or the cracks may have given way to missing shards. These images are at the heart of an Advent prayer that mirror Isaiah’s call reminding us that we are in need of the potter’s touch upon us. Author Pat Schneider writes in How the Light gets in’ about the gift of cracks in our personal stories: “The cracks… are where ‘the lights gets in .” I find this a hopeful metaphor and abundant reflection to place on the potter’s wheel. I welcome your comments. We travel our faith journeys best in community.