Slightly Obsessed #072 "Earthen Vessels" (Wednesday Devo) by Pamela Thorson on 2014-05-14 07:42:18
But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, so that the surpassing greatness of the power will be of God and not from ourselves. 2 Corinthians 4:7
The “earthen vessels” spoke of in this Scripture are just clay pots. At the time of Jesus’ first coming, these cheap to make, easily breakable, disposable jars were used for every day chores like holding garbage and sewage.
They were just dirt fashioned into common contafiners.
Like us. The apostle Paul describes us in 2 Corinthians 4:8-10 like this:
Carrying around in our bodies the dying of Jesus.
That hardly seems like a fitting description for God’s crowning creation. We don’t like to think of ourselves as cheap and disposable and carrying around death. We try instead to make people believe we are powerful and indestructible. We hate weakness in ourselves and in others. We feel like failures when we can’t measure up to society’s and God’s standards.
But that’s the beauty of God’s plan. Our weakness is essential to the revelation of His glory. Our frailties are the perfect backdrop against which He can paint His grace.
If we could save ourselves, we wouldn’t need Him. If we could serve Him in our own strength, we would be revealing our greatness, not God’s.
And although we are jars of clay, we’re not made to carry sewage and garbage. We’re created to contain the surpassing treasure of God Himself. We are the new temples, earthen containers overflowing with His majesty.
His sacrifice has made us clean; His Spirit has sanctified us to be vessels of honor. Now we are complete:
Afflicted, but not crushed.
Perplexed, but not despairing.
Persecuted, but not forsaken.
Struck down, but not destroyed.
Always carrying about in our bodies of the dying of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus also may be revealed in us.
So don’t despair when your humanity overtakes you. It’s the perfect time to look to the God of grace and watch His power overcome your darkness. Acknowledge and revel in your weakness. Let the great treasure within you pour out of your being.
Embrace your frailty. In Christ, you are anything but common.
About Pamela Thorson:
Pamela Thorson is a licensed practical nurse, author, and full-time caregiver. She pioneered in the homeschooling movement from 1982-2006 and authored her first book, Song in the Night, in 2008. She resides in the Northwest with her family.
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